Where Dreams Reside

Beneath the arch of silken brows,
Rayne's gaze, a tale of gentle vows.
In the crism of her eyes so grey,
A symphony of emotions at play.

Each glance reveals a whispered tale,
Of moonlit nights and a gentle gale.
Mystery veiled in the misty hue,
A love story painted in every view.

Stormy clouds or skies of blue,
Her eyes reflect the world she knew.
Echoes of laughter, shadows of sorrow,
In those grey eyes, a promising tomorrow.

A dance of moonbeams, soft and slow,
Her gaze, a tranquil, rhythmic flow.
Lost in the depths where dreams reside,
In Rayne's grey eyes, Beauty can't hide.