Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden's form, in slumber's sway, Her raven tresses, a midnight sea, Inviting dreams, wild and free. A bluebird's presence, a gentle guest, Perched on her breast, in quiet rest, The flowers around, a soft, pale glow, As if the night, itself did grow. In this serene, and dreamlike scene, The world is hushed, in a peaceful sheen, The maiden's beauty, a work of art, A symphony, that touches the heart. The bluebird's song, a gentle hue, Echoes through, the silence anew, As the flowers, in soft, pale light, Dance in the breeze, with a gentle might.