In the depths of those endless pools,
Lies a universe vast and bright,
Where dreams and secrets gently swirl,
In the dance of day and night.

Reflections of a distant past,
Whisper tales of joy and fears,
Silent echoes in the stillness,
Of laughter, heartache, and tears.

The light within those gentle orbs,
Guides the weary through the storm,
A beacon in the darkest hour,
Where warmth and hope are born.

In the quiet of a stolen glance,
Souls converse in silent speech,
Unveiling truths beyond mere words,
In the language eyes can teach.