In the deep velvet of the night,
The moon whispers its gentle light,
Casting silvery shadows far and wide,
A celestial guide on the tide.

Through clouds that softly drift and sway,
It peeks with a mysterious ray,
A guardian of dreams that softly gleam,
In the tranquil realm of a silent stream.

Its glow, a lullaby of ancient lore,
Sings to the heart’s yearning core,
A dance of time, a silent flight,
A beacon in the endless night.

In the quiet solitude it reigns,
Binding the stars with silver chains,
The moon, a poet of the skies,
An eternal muse that never dies.