Cartographer's Muse
Reflection
In the realm of the cartographer, where maps unfold like tales of old,
A figure emerges, a vision to behold.
With eyes that gleam like stars on a celestial stage,
She stands, a guardian of the uncharted page.
Her hair, a cascade of golden hues, like sunlight on the sea,
Falls softly, framing a face that's both serene and free.
The plaid shirt, a testament to her adventurous soul,
Envelops her, a shield against the world's tumultuous role.
The books that line the shelves, a testament to her quest,
For knowledge and the stories that they hold within their breast.
The map behind, a canvas of her imagination's flight,
A world of wonder, where dreams take shape, and visions ignite.
She is the cartographer's muse, a guiding light,
A source of inspiration, in the dark of night.
With every line and every mark, she brings to life,
A world of beauty, where the heart can roam and thrive.