Midnight Muse
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision emerges, ethereal and small.
A maiden fair, with hair of midnight blue,
Bows her head, lost in thoughts anew.
A bird of sapphire, with feathers bright,
Pecks gently at the blooms in her sight.
The flowers, a mix of pink and blue and white,
Dance in the darkness, a surreal delight.
The woman's skin, a porcelain sheen,
Glistens in the dim, mysterious scene.
The blue bird's gaze, a piercing stare,
Seems to hold secrets, beyond compare.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As the maiden and bird, a bond fulfill.
The flowers sway, a gentle, soothing breeze,
That rustles leaves, and stirs the trees.
The atmosphere, a dreamlike state,
Where reality and fantasy create.
A world of wonder, where hearts can roam,
And in the beauty, find their peaceful home.