Eyes of the Infinite
Reflection
In the depths of her gaze, a universe unfolds,
A portal to realms unseen, yet deeply felt.
Her eyes, like twin constellations, hold the weight
Of worlds both born and yet to be unfurled.
The fire of her spirit ignites the canvas,
A beacon in the storm of time's relentless flow.
Her presence is a whisper, a silent call,
To those who seek the truth within their soul.
The red shroud that wraps her form, a cocoon,
A symbol of protection, yet a portal too.
It shields her from the chaos of the world,
Yet beckons those who dare to look askew.
In her eyes, we see ourselves reflected,
A mirror of our dreams, our fears, our strife.
She stands as a sentinel, a guide, a muse,
A reminder that we are all part of life.
Through her gaze, we are invited to explore,
The vast expanse of our own inner space.
For in her eyes, the infinite is found,
A journey that begins, but never ceases.