The Quiet Offering
Reflection
In the stillness of the room, where light whispers soft,
Two souls meet in a dance of shadow and gold.
Lemons and oranges spill their vibrant glow,
A silent symphony of life, a fleeting hold.
Their hands, gentle as the dawn, touch the fruit,
A ritual of sharing, a bond unspoken.
The table, adorned with patterns of time,
Bears witness to the quiet, the sacred, the divine.
The woman in gold, her gaze a mirror of grace,
Reflects the world in her steady, calm face.
The man, in shadow, his presence a quiet strength,
Together they weave a tapestry of light and length.
The flowers, a whisper of nature's breath,
Stand as sentinels of beauty and death.
The glass, filled with liquid, a mirror of life,
Holds the essence of moments, both brief and rife.
This scene, a portal to the timeless,
Where the ordinary becomes the sublime.
In the quiet offering, we find our own truth,
A moment of grace, a timeless, sacred youth.