Reverie

In chamber dim, where candlelight doth dance,
A writer's soul finds solace and romance.
Raindrops on pane, a symphony so sweet,
As honeyed toast a morning tryst doth greet.

Wild blooms abounding, plucked from nature's hand,
Adorn the table, a fragrant, vibrant stand.
The steam from tea, a fragrant, swirling mist,
Invites the mind to dream, to ponder, to exist.

Alone, yet not alone, in solitude's embrace,
The writer's heart finds solace in this space.
With pen in hand, and words that gently flow,
A tale unfolds, of love's sweet ebb and flow.

The rain outside, a soothing, rhythmic beat,
As honeyed crumbs a tale of passion meet.
The writer's soul, a vessel filled with grace,
Finds inspiration in this tranquil place.

In candlelight, and raindrops' gentle fall,
The writer's heart awakens, standing tall.
For in this moment, time doth seem to pause,
As love's sweet whisper gently comes across.