In the quiet of the night, she rises high,
A silver orb in the velvet sky.
Her gentle glow, a soft caress,
Illuminates the darkness, brings solace.

She whispers secrets of ages past,
Of lovers’ vows and shadows cast.
Her light, a bridge to dreams untold,
A silent witness as the night unfolds.

Her face, serene, a timeless gaze,
Watches o’er the world in a tranquil haze.
Through the ebb and flow of time’s embrace,
She remains a constant, a celestial grace.

O Moon, in your silver splendor bright,
Guide us through the depths of night.
With your ethereal, luminous flight,
Be our beacon till the morning light.