The Whisper of the Iris

In the hidden beat of a silent iris,
invisible worlds sigh, secret quadrants,
where the universe dances, hidden behind the lids,
an eye that guards galaxies of dreams,
a nymph who breathes, vibrates, enchants,
revealing universes hidden in an instant’s pulse.
And so, the iris opens like a portal,
a map of mysteries, an unheard song,
where everything exists, without ever being seen.