The Sage's Gaze

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.