In the gentle sway of evening’s tender embrace,
Her presence lingers, a soft, unspoken grace.
Stars awaken, casting shadows on her face,
Whispering secrets only the moon dares trace.

Beneath the canopy of dreams she wanders free,
A tapestry of wishes woven by the sea.
Her laughter dances on the leaves of every tree,
An echo of a melody, wild and carefree.

The night carries her name in the rustling breeze,
A symphony of whispers that never cease.
In every corner of the silent, moonlit seas,
Her essence blooms among the gentle, swaying trees.

She is the quiet between each heartbeat’s song,
A fleeting moment where all dreams belong.
Her spirit, a river, flowing ever strong,
In the tapestry of night, she is where I belong.