In the night’s gentle embrace, it softly gleams,
A silver whisper on the canvas of dreams.
Its light dances on the silent waves,
Guiding lost souls through shadowy caves.

Above the world, it silently soars,
Casting its glow on distant shores.
A guardian of secrets, a keeper of time,
In its presence, the stars align.

Through the ages, stories unfold,
Of lovers’ promises in moonlight told.
It listens to the heart’s quiet plea,
A celestial companion for eternity.

In the stillness, it reigns supreme,
A beacon of hope, a celestial dream.
The moon, a muse for poets’ delight,
Forever watching through the night.