In the quiet dance of twilight’s embrace,
Eyes speak tales that lips cannot trace.
A fleeting glance, a whispered sigh,
In silence, stories of the soul lie.

Through shadowed paths where dreams reside,
Glimmers of hope in each teardrop hide.
A universe within that gentle gaze,
Unveiling secrets in the softest haze.

Mirrors reflecting the heart’s deep sea,
Eyes entwine in wordless symphony.
A language older than time itself,
Whispered truths from the unseen shelf.

In each blink, a world is born anew,
A canvas painted in shades of blue.
Eyes that hold the night and day,
Silent bards in their timeless play.