Slumber's Gentle Kiss

In the realm of dreams, she finds her peace, A serene escape, where worries cease, Softly illuminated, her face aglow, A gentle smile, as her spirit grows. Her hair, a cascade of pink and white, Flows like a river, through the night, The fabric of her nightgown, a delicate dance, With flowers and lace, a subtle, sweet prance. In slumber, she is free, untethered and light, A vision of tranquility, a peaceful sight, The world outside fades, as she rests, And in her dreams, she is blessed. The softness of the bedding, a haven for her form, A sanctuary, where she can be reborn, The gentle light, a soothing balm, For the soul, a calming psalm.