In the hush of twilight’s embrace,
Whispers of light gently trace,
Across the sky, a lingering hue,
Where dreams and shadows softly renew.
The moon rises, a guardian bright,
Guiding the stars through the night,
A beacon amidst the vast unknown,
Where silent secrets are carefully sown.
Darkness spreads its velvet wings,
Cradling the world as it sings,
Of mysteries deep and stories untold,
In the quiet night, both gentle and bold.
Yet light returns with morning’s grace,
Chasing shadows from their place,
A dance eternal, of dark and bright,
In the realm of day and the heart of night.