Slumbering Muse
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where petals unfold,
A maiden sleeps, her soul made gold.
The bluebird's song, a gentle breeze,
That rustles leaves and stirs the trees.
Her dark hair flows like night's dark shade,
As pink and blue blooms around her sway.
The bird's soft feathers, a gentle hue,
Resting upon her arm, a tranquil view.
In this serene and peaceful scene,
The world is still, and beauty's sheen.
The maiden's slumber, deep and long,
As the bluebird's presence keeps her strong.
In this dreamlike state, she's free to roam,
Where flowers bloom, and love is home.
The soft light casts a gentle glow,
Upon her face, a peaceful flow.
The bluebird's presence, a symbol true,
Of freedom, hope, and a heart anew.