Ethereal Dreamer
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision sits, in white array,
A ballerina, with wings so fine,
Dances with dreams, in a mystic shrine.
Her dress, a cloud, her hair, a flame,
Her eyes, a window to a secret name,
She sits, a statue, lost in thought,
Her beauty, a tale, forever brought.
The forest whispers, a gentle breeze,
As petals fall, like silent pleas,
The fairy tale, of a mystic land,
Where dreams are born, and magic stands.
In this still moment, she is free,
A creature of wonder, for you and me,
To gaze upon, and be enchanted by,
A vision of beauty, that touches the sky.