In the quiet glow of midnight’s tender light,
The moon whispers secrets to the restless sea,
Silver beams dance upon the waves’ gentle flight,
A symphony of dreams, wild and free.
Beneath the velvet sky, stars softly gleam,
Guardians of the night, in their silent gaze,
The moon, a beacon in the vast, endless dream,
Guides lost souls through shadowed maze.
Her face, a canvas of ageless serenity,
Tells stories of time, of love and longing,
In her embrace, the world finds tranquility,
A lullaby of peace, forever belonging.
Oh moon, keeper of the nightâs tender lore,
Your light, a gentle balm for weary hearts,
In your glow, we find ourselves once more,
And from your grace, never to part.