Beneath a sky that sings, our
souls dance in time\'s embrace.
Her essence, like ancient wine,
flows through veins of history
infinitesimal and infinite. How
we feel her to be inexhaustible,
as we gaze upon her. Moments
etch themselves into memory,
charged with echoes of eternity,
whispering legends in our ears.
Each glance, a fragile instrument,
holding her delicate universe,
woven from threads of sight.
Vertigo grips our hearts when
we perceive her vastness. What
a marvel, her existence hinged
on the simple miracle of eyes,
orbs that capture stars, worlds,
binding us forever to her grace.