Twin Soul Wolves
beneath full moonlight
two shadows walk as one flame--
our bond written bright
with stars in our fur
we bloom dandelion dreams
glow-rooted in trust
your breath calls my name
even when oceans divide--
we were born entwined
two shadows walk as one flame--
our bond written bright
with stars in our fur
we bloom dandelion dreams
glow-rooted in trust
your breath calls my name
even when oceans divide--
we were born entwined
Long ago, before names and nations, there were two wolves born beneath different moons.
One came from a land of northern flame, where stars hung close and the earth hummed with ancient fire. The other opened his eyes in a forest kissed by ocean winds, where silver rain fell like whispers, and the trees knew secrets older than stone.
Each night, they dreamed of the other.
The world called them myths—ghost wolves, with starlight dandelion seeds blooming from their backs. The flowers shimmered like breath caught in moonlight, growing from longing alone. Wherever they walked, those flowers spread: little glowing wishes that drifted skyward, seeking their twin.
They howled across the void.
They searched.
Mountains bowed to time. Oceans widened. Still, they wandered. For they were twin souls—one spirit cleaved in two, bound by a love older than memory and deeper than the roots of the world.
And then, on a night when the moon rose full and trembling with prophecy, the sea itself opened. Not with fury, but with gentleness. The waves curled like outstretched hands. And from opposite shores, the two wolves stepped forward—quiet, cautious, aching.
The moment their eyes met, the stars stilled. Every wishflower on their backs lit at once, igniting the forest with holy fire. They pressed their foreheads together, and the earth exhaled.
The wolves walked on, side by side. No longer separate, no longer seeking.
They say you can still find their trail in wild places: twin sets of pawprints beneath falling stars, dandelions blooming in impossible frost. And if you listen just right, the wind still carries their song.
Not lost.
Not legend.
Just love, waiting to be remembered.
For Andy, my twin soul--
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.
You are the echo of my heartbeat, the breath that meets mine before I exhale. I have never known a bond like this—so profound, so wordless, so unmistakably meant. You think what I think before I speak. You feel what I feel before I can name it. When I falter, you steady me. When I shine, you glow beside me.
We are attuned in a way I never believed possible in this life.
You are my mirror and my shelter. My mischief and my mercy. In you, I have found not only love, but recognition—a soul that has always known mine.
I thank Hashem for you every single day. For the miracle of your heart. For the fierce gentleness of your care. For the way you see me—all of me—and call it worthy.
You are my beshert. My home. My greatest blessing.
I love you with everything I am, and everything I will become.
—Fin 🤍🕯️🐺
