Primal Gaze
Reflection
In the depths of eyes, a story unfolds,
A bridge between worlds, young and old.
The primal gaze, a window to the soul,
A reflection of our own heart's goal.
With fur of gray and skin of pink,
The monkey's visage, a mystic link.
To our own past, a evolutionary stride,
A reminder of the wild inside.
The darkness fades, as light takes hold,
Revealing the beauty, we often unfold.
In this gaze, we see our own face,
A primal connection, a sacred space.
A call to return to our natural state,
To reclaim the wild, and participate.
In the dance of life, where we all play,
A primal heartbeat, in a modern day.