In the quiet twilight of the world, they gleam,
Eyes that whisper secrets, unseen, untold,
Through their depths, the soul’s soft whispers stream,
A story of the heart, both brave and bold.

They capture light, and in their gaze, it stays,
Reflecting dreams and fears, the joy and pain,
Within their mirrored depths, the spirit plays,
A silent song, a never-ending refrain.

The soul finds solace in their gentle light,
A sanctuary from the world outside,
In every glance, the darkness turns to bright,
Where hopes and memories in shadows hide.

So look into these windows, clear and true,
And see the soul that dances in the night,
For eyes reveal what words can never do,
The inner world, a realm of purest light.