Soul Thread

The thread you cannot see,

Is holding you all the same.

Shrouded. 

Intimate.

Reverent.

Sacred.

There. But not there. 

Until.

You make yourself open,

To know it.

Yet. 

It is there. 

Is. 

There. 

Requires Your Breaking.

Melts you in Being.

There always, constant

Loves pure thread.

Goldness and Godness,

Love twined with Beauty.

On a rope from souls eternity. 

There. 

Always.

There.

Touch it.

Yours, always

Forever.