Aerope's Dream

In the realm of fragmented light, a vision unfurls, A maiden with hair aflame, like autumn's twirl. Her dress, a cascade of cerulean hue, Echoes the mosaic wall, a backdrop anew. With hands upon her hips, she claims her space, A moment's pause, a timeless, ethereal grace. The wind whispers secrets, as her locks flow free, A dance of liberation, wild and carefree. In this tableau of contrasts, she stands as one, A fusion of the abstract and the real, begun. The artist's brush strokes weave a tale of might, A woman, unbound, in the soft, blue light.