Ethereal Solitude

Beneath the whispering waves, where the horizon blurs, A figure stands, cloaked in light, a silent muse. The wind, her companion, dances through her hair, A symphony of grace, a fleeting, tender care. Her gaze, a mirror of the soul, reflects the deep, The vastness of the sea, the boundless, endless sweep. Her white robe flows like clouds, a dreamy embrace, A symbol of purity, a timeless, sacred space. The rocks, rugged and ancient, bear witness to her grace, A testament to strength, a quiet, unyielding face. The sky, a canvas of gray, holds her in its embrace, A moment frozen, yet alive, in its own sacred space. Oh, viewer, see yourself in her, in her stillness, her calm, For in her eyes, you'll find the echoes of your own soul's balm. Let her be your guide, through storms and through the light, A beacon of resilience, a symbol of pure, eternal might.