In the quiet of the evening’s gentle embrace,Mary whispers dreams to the stars above,Her heart a vessel of hopes and grace,Cradled softly by the moon’s tender love.She walks along the silver-lit path,Her shadow dances with the night breeze,Every step a story, free from wrath,In her eyes, a world at peace.The whispers carry through the silent air,Secrets only the night can keep,Mary’s dreams, fragile and rare,In the moonlight’s watch, they softly sleep.As dawn approaches with its golden hue,Mary’s whispers fade with the stars,Yet her dreams linger, ever true,In the heart of the sky, where nothing mars.