Soul Ember

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.