Morphic Reverie
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A woman's form dissolves into the gray,
Her hat a canvas, red leaves astray,
A serpent's gaze, a mystic's sway.
Her face, a map of hidden lands,
A world within, where secrets stand,
The intricate dance of light and shade,
A mystic's journey, in her gaze is made.
The red leaves rustle, a gentle breeze,
As she embodies the mystic's ease,
In this reverie, she finds her peace,
A world within, where love and magic release.
With every glance, a story's spun,
Of trials faced, and wisdom won,
Her eyes, a window to the soul,
A reflection of the mystic's role.