Whispers of Eternity

In the embrace of shadows, two souls entwine, Their gazes locked, a silent symphony of time. A chair, a stage for whispers, a dance of light and shade, Where the past and future meet, in a moment unmade. The woman, a vision in grace, her form a flowing tide, Her silhouette a poem, etched in the night's wide. The man, a guardian of stories, his eyes a deep well, A keeper of secrets, where time stands still. Their conversation, a thread of stars, unspoken yet profound, A dialogue of souls, where words are not required to be found. The chair, a witness to their silent exchange, A symbol of connection, in a world of dissonance and change. The shadows play, a dance of light and dark, A reminder that in stillness, the heart can embark On journeys unseen, where the soul finds its voice, In the quiet embrace of eternity's choice. For in this moment, where time seems to pause, We see ourselves reflected, in their shared applause. A mirror of our own silent conversations, Where the heart speaks, and the soul is unconfined. Whispers of eternity, a timeless embrace, A reminder that in stillness, we find our own space. In the shadows, in the light, in the quiet of the night, We are all connected, in the dance of life and light.