Eyes of the Endless

Eyes of the Endless

Beneath the stars that do not fade,
She stands where night and thought are made.
The silence bends around her name,
The air forgets it ever came.

With hands of smoke and voice of stone,
She walks through dreams we call our own.
Not bound by breath, not ruled by skin,
She sees the end before begin.

Eyes of the Endless, gaze so wide,
She sees the sea, the flame, the tide.
The world unwinds within her stare,
She speaks, and time forgets to care.
Seer of sorrow, fire-born grace,
She sings the fate none else can face.

She kissed the dark before the sun,
She knows what waits when all is done.
A whisper in the hollow space,
A mirror none of us can face.

Feather, fang, and thread of gold,
Truths too heavy to be told.
She watches still, though we forget—
The Seer lives in every breath.

Eyes of the Endless, ancient flame,
No star escapes the sound of her name.
She draws the line between what’s real,
And all the things we cannot feel.
Oh Seer…
In you, the world learns how to kneel.