Midnight Muse

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden dwells, with beauty's sway, Her dark tresses, a crowning might, Adorned with blooms, in soft, ethereal light. A blue bird perches, a mystic guest, Upon her shoulder, softly nest, Together they breathe, in gentle time, As petals dance, in a lover's rhyme. In this serene, and dreamlike state, The maiden's soul, with peace is great, The world, it seems, has slowed its pace, As beauty's essence, fills the space. The blue bird's song, a gentle breeze, That rustles leaves, and stirs the trees, As in this moment, all is right, In harmony, the heart takes flight.