Slumbering Muse

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden sleeps, her spirit entwined with all. The blue bird's wings, a gentle breeze impart, As petals sway, a lullaby to her heart. In slumber, she finds solace, free from care, The flowers' sweet fragrance, her soul's lair. The bird's soft gaze, a guardian true and kind, Watches over her, as the night's whispers unwind. In this serene tableau, we find our peaceful nest, A refuge from life's storms, where love finds rest. The maiden's slumber, a journey to the deep, Where dreams and magic, in slumber, softly creep. The blue bird's presence, a symbol of her might, A guardian of her dreams, through the dark of night. In this still moment, we find our own reprieve, A chance to let go, and in slumber, breathe.