Sylph of Slumber

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden sleeps, her spirit far away. A blue bird's gentle song, a lullaby sweet, Guards her repose, in slumber deep. The flowers, like sentinels of dreamland stand, Watching over her, with petals soft as hand. In this serene tableau, time stands still, As the world's din fades, and peace is fulfilled. The bird's dark eyes, like sapphires shining bright, Reflect the mystery, of this peaceful night. The maiden's hair, a tumble of dark blue night, Falls like a cascade, a waterfall of delight. In this enchanted scene, where myth and dream entwine, The sylph of slumber reigns, a vision divine.