Soul Ember
Reflection
In the depths of the eye, a flame flickers,
A spark of the divine, a window to the soul.
The brushstrokes dance, a vibrant, swirling storm,
As the eye gazes forth, a story yet untold.
The colors bleed, a mix of blue and gold,
A fusion of emotions, young and old.
The eye, a mirror, reflecting the heart,
A portal to the depths, where love and pain never part.
In this swirling vortex, we find our way,
Through the turmoil, to a brighter day.
The eye speaks secrets, of the trials we've known,
And the strength we've gathered, to face the unknown.
It's a journey inward, to the very core,
Where the essence of our being, forever roars.
In this eye, we see, a reflection of our own,
A tale of resilience, in the face of life's unknown.
The colors blend, a harmony of light and dark,
A balance of the opposites, a sacred spark.
That burns within, a guiding force,
That leads us through, the darkest of courses.