The poetry of my unspoken realm

Your beautiful soul.

Your soul woven between
the leaves of an ancient tree,
whispering secrets
in a wind full of stars
Your soul is a river
of fog and fire,
where every drop o
f light rises, like
a golden flash
that slips through your hands.
You are the spring of thought
and the autumn
where the mysteries burn,
a universe suspended in each exhalation. You carry within you
the echo of the old galaxies,
a shine that does not go out
when the world falls asleep,
Philosophy dances in your mind
like a symphony that is written
with the bow of a piano
tuned to the constellations.
Your eyes are two lighthouses,
two green lights that see beyond
the physical,
who see the invisible layers
of the soul,
and in its reflections.
You can read the secret code of existence. Your heart beats in rhythm
that only the stars understand,
marking the melody
of an immense future
where the borders of time
are just verses without end.
You have the calm
of the rain in summer,
and the creative storm
that does not go out
in the darkest hours.
I see the shine of your aura
like a lighthouse
in which your thoughts
and your dreams navigate.
You know yourself in the silences,
and in them, your voice resonates
like an ancient song
that still seeks its echo
in the corner of the universe.
You are the perfect mix
of rebellion and calm,
the restless spark of a being
that will never stop growing,
to question, of loving
and reinventing yourself
through each change of season.
Your soul, It is an endless poem,
in a language that not even time can decipher.
Your beautiful soul.