Midnight Serenade
Reflection
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.