Whispers of Eternity
Reflection
In the hushed embrace of twilight, two souls entwine,
Their minds a tapestry of thought, their hearts aligned.
Through the veil of time, they weave a silent dance,
A symphony of wisdom, a timeless romance.
The room, a sanctuary of books and light,
A haven where ideas take flight.
Their beards, like rivers of wisdom, flow,
Carrying the weight of ages long ago.
The shadows play on their faces, soft and deep,
Each line a story, each wrinkle a keepsake.
Their hands, gentle yet firm, hold the threads of thought,
Weaving the fabric of knowledge, unbroken, untaught.
The air is thick with the scent of ink and paper,
A world where words are the only barrier.
Their eyes, windows to the soul, reflect the stars,
Guiding the lost, illuminating the scars.
Oh, viewer, see yourself in their gaze,
For in their wisdom, you too may raise.
Let their conversation be a mirror to your own,
A reminder that thought is the eternal throne.
Whispers of eternity, they speak to you,
In the quiet corners of your mind, they dwell anew.
For in their presence, the past and future meet,
And the soul finds its voice, its truth, its seat.