Azure Still Life in an Arched Niche

In cobalt hush, the patient columns rise, A quiet arch that cradles softened light. An open book unfolds its sleepless eyes, While blue orbs hold the silence through the night. A watchful owl, carved calm, guards the air, Beside pale leaves that breathe a gentle sway. All forms align like thoughts arranged with care, And stillness turns to color, cool as day.