The Sage's Gaze
Reflection
In the depths of his eyes, a world of wisdom resides,
A life of inquiry and wonder, etched on his face with pride.
The gentle curve of his lips, a hint of a knowing smile,
As if the secrets of the universe, he has begged and beguiled.
His long, flowing hair, a river of silver and gold,
Cascades down his shoulders, like a story yet untold.
The red turban, a symbol of his passion and fire,
A beacon that guides us, through the darkest night's desire.
In his presence, we find solace, a sense of peace and calm,
A connection to the divine, that soothes the soul's alarm.
He is the sage, the wise one, who has walked the path,
And shares his insights, with a gentle, loving grasp.