In the quiet of the night, Mary dreams,
Her heart dances with celestial beams.
Through the corridors of time, she sails,
Weaving tales through moonlit trails.
Mary, a spirit so free and wild,
With a soul forever beguiled.
She whispers secrets to the stars,
And finds solace in Venus and Mars.
Her eyes reflect the ancient lore,
Of forgotten lands and distant shores.
Each step she takes, a story unfolds,
A tapestry of life, in threads of gold.
Yet in her silence, there’s a song,
A melody where she belongs.
Mary, a wanderer of dreams and time,
Forever etched in poetic rhyme.