Timeless threads

I find you again—how do you always appear?

A whisper through centuries, bright and clear.

No matter the place, the shape, or the name,

We meet, we laugh, we stoke the same flame.

In the Dark Ages, beneath a sky woven with stars,

You, the bard whose songs broke through iron bars,

I, the blacksmith’s apprentice, bound to the forge,

Quiet hands, quiet heart, but with dreams to gorge.

You wandered into town, your voice a storm,

A spark in my shadows, a flame to keep warm.

“Run away with me,” you teased, eyes alight,

But I stayed, bound by duty, though I burned for the night.

Yet when darkness fell, I could hear your song—

A melody that felt like where I belonged.

When sails stretched taut to chase the sea’s sigh,

You, the navigator who danced with the sky,

I, the painter, capturing sunsets that bled,

Wishing I could paint the storms in your head.

We met in the harbor, your eyes full of dare,

You mocked my canvases, but I saw you stare.

“Colors fade,” you said, “but memories last,”

And I laughed as you left, the sea calling fast.

Yet you left me your compass, “For when you’re brave—

If you ever choose to leave the shore’s safe cave.”

The age of industry, where smoke kissed the air,

You, the mechanic with sparks in your hair,

I, the journalist chasing stories untold,

Writing of revolutions, both fierce and bold.

We met in the factories, where ambition hissed,

Your hands stained with oil, your grin never missed.

“Why write of dreams?” you asked, as machines roared,

“When we could build them instead, strike at the cord.”

But I stayed behind, my pen against steel,

While you flew on wings I could only feel.

And when the city slept, we’d drink and conspire—

But dawn always stole you, a thief with desire.

In this modern world of neon and chrome,

You are the entrepreneur, crafting your throne,

I, the poet, in cafés lost to time,

Writing of love that never quite rhymes.

We met in the crowd, your laughter so bright,

“You call that poetry?” you said with delight.

But I handed you verses, wrapped in disguise,

And you kept them close, beneath your grand wiles.

“Come with me,” you’d say, with eyes that gleam,

But I stayed, content to watch your dream.

For even as you chase the sun,

I know where you go, I am never undone.

And when the stars are the only light left to see,

We’ll meet again, as explorers wild and free.

Perhaps we’ll tend to gardens on a moon’s dusted ground,

Or chart galaxies where lost souls are found.

In that life, I won’t just watch from afar—

I’ll race to you, faster than a falling star.

For ours is a thread that time cannot sever,

A friendship that echoes, always, forever.

And when the world forgets, the stars will recall—

How we danced through the ages, bound by it all.