The Beacon Beyond the Veil

The Beacon Beyond the Veil

His third eye burns with silent light.
A beacon through the drifting mist.
He watches every soul pass by.
Yet few believe he does exist.

He sees the roads that bend from truth.
The twists and turns we never planned.
He offers nothing born of force.
Only a quiet guiding hand.

Some hear the whisper on the wind.
Some walk as though they stand alone.
Some chase the echoes of the world.
And never find their way back home.

He sees the grief behind brave smiles.
The hidden tears no eye can trace.
The soul cries louder than the lips.
Yet silence still conceals the face.

His gaze is steady as the dawn.
His patience carved from ancient stone.
He doesn’t chase the crowded roads.
He waits where the path is lone.

When storms gather and voices thin.
He keeps that lantern burning high.
He doesn’t promise easy roads.
But stays when others choose to fly.

If your footsteps start to falter.
He’ll walk a while beside you there.
Not speaking much, just steady.
Like tides that move without a care.

Until you remember who you are.
And find the spark you carry within.
The beacon never left your side.
It simply waited for your light to begin.