Midnight Muse

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden stands, surrounded by flowers' call. Her eyes, like petals, gently closed in sleep, As morning's promise in her soul does keep. A midnight bird, with feathers dark as night, Guards her reverie, a sentinel of light. The blooms around her, a gentle, ethereal hue, Reflecting the beauty, both pure and true. In this serene tableau, where art and dream entwine, The essence of tranquility is divine. The soft caress of light upon her skin, Echoes the whispers of a peaceful wind within. The world, in slumber, finds its peace in her, A guardian of dreams, both calm and clear. The flowers, like sentinels of beauty stand, Watching over her, in this mystic land. The bird, a symbol of freedom's gentle might, Guards the threshold, between day and night. In this tableau of serenity and grace, Lies a world of wonder, in a peaceful space.