Ethereal Ascension
Reflection
Beneath the veil of water, where dreams take flight,
A figure lies, suspended in a world of light.
Her form, a canvas of grace, draped in white,
A symphony of movement, a dance of night.
Birds of freedom soar, their wings a silent plea,
Carrying whispers of the soul's eternity.
The room, a mirror of the deep, reflects the sea,
Where time dissolves, and the heart finds its key.
In this surreal embrace, the boundaries blur,
Between the tangible and the ethereal pure.
The woman, a beacon, her eyes a flame,
Guiding the viewer through the dream's domain.
This is not merely art, but a journey of the soul,
A mirror to the depths where we all do roll.
In her gaze, we see ourselves, a reflection true,
Of the beauty we carry, the dreams we pursue.
Ethereal Ascension, a tale of flight,
Where the ordinary meets the extraordinary light.