Midnight Muse

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.