Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's form, entwined with flowers' gentle call. Her dark tresses, like the night's dark veil, Conceal the radiance of her ethereal tale. A blue bird's presence, with its mystic song, Echoes the serenity that she holds so strong. The flowers, in hues of blue and pink and white, Dance in the breeze, a waltz of gentle delight. In this tableau, where art and dream entwine, The maiden's peace, a balm for the soul's deep mine. The bird, a symbol of freedom and of flight, Guards the tranquility of her silent night. As petals unfold, like pages of a sacred text, The story of her soul, in whispers, is revealed and blessed. In this sanctuary, where beauty reigns supreme, The maiden's heart, a refuge, is a dream. The blue bird's gaze, a knowing, ancient glance, Watches over her, in a gentle, loving dance.