Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A midnight beauty hears the silent call. The bluebird's song, a gentle, loving breeze, That rustles through the peonies' delicate ease. Her eyes, like petals, softly closed in sleep, As the bird's dark form her vigil keeps. The flowers, a chorus, in pale hues arrayed, Dance in the darkness, their beauty displayed. In this still moment, time itself stands still, As the world's din fades, and peace begins to fill. The bluebird's presence, a symbol of the soul, Guards the slumbering beauty, making her whole. In this serene tableau, we find our peaceful nest, A refuge from the world's loud, jarring unrest. The artist's brush, a master of light and shade, Has captured this moment, where love and peace are made. In the soft, ethereal glow, we find our way, To a place of tranquility, where love stays.