Eternal Gaze

In the labyrinth of stone, where time dissolves, A face emerges, carved by hands of old. Its eyes, a mirror of the soul's profound, Reflect the whispers of the earth's soul. The steps ascend, a journey inward, deep, Each tread a step toward the inner self. The face, a sentinel of ancient lore, Watches over dreams both lost and found. Its gaze is steady, unyielding, wise, A beacon in the chaos of the mind. It speaks of truths that time cannot erase, Of journeys taken, paths that intertwine. The stone, a canvas of the ages' breath, Holds secrets in its cracks and crevices. A symbol of endurance, strength, and grace, A testament to the human spirit's rise. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our past, our present, and our dreams. For in this face, we see ourselves, transformed, A journey of the soul, where time becomes a stream.