Cerulean Bloom in a Quiet Room

In cobalt hush, a gentle hand holds light, A daisy floats, untroubled by the years. Soft arches sleep where straight lines learn to bend, And silence settles, cool as shallow seas. Two leaves stand guard like sails without a wind, While spheres keep watch on floors of tempered blue. Within this room, the world grows slow and kind, A bloom remains, and makes the shade feel true.