The Realization

In the stillness of the flowing time,
Heartbeats echoed without a rhyme,
She stood waiting for it to fray,
As earthly things often slip away.

But his existence endured, firm and true,
Not in form or what others construe,
Beyond the past haze of minds bared,
It remained in the words they shared.

In the timeless void where worlds collide,
He revealed dimensions unseen, untried,
But unaware of his own intense sway,
As she marveled at the truths on display.

While he unlocked the doors to the unknown,
In his own world, he roamed all by his own,
She, in reverence, stood stunned by the sight,
Of his essence, a beacon in the gloomy night.