Silver Thread Of The Moon Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

The moon hangs low, like a shimmering silver thread,
Casting its glow over the path we've walked together,
In the quiet, soft and profound,
Where the stars keep watch, holding secrets all around.
I see the universe mirrored in your eyes,
A vast, radiant expanse, like the night sky filled with stars,
Where every thought and every heartbeat,
Finds a home in your heart, a perfect place to meet.
No distance can close the gap between us,
The gentle light, the grace that's so subtle and unseen,
For wrapped in this tender embrace,
Our story begins, ready to unfold.
So let the clock forget to chime,
Beyond the reach of numbered time,
For here, where soul and shadow intertwine,
I've found my beginning, and my end, all in one line.