In the quiet embrace of the midnight hour,
The moonlight weaves its gentle spell.
Stars twinkle with a silent power,
In a world where dreams and whispers dwell.

The silver moon in her celestial dress,
Guides the tides with her tender grace.
A night of secrets she does confess,
In the vast expanse of the starry space.

Beneath her glow, the shadows play,
Crafting stories in their silent flight.
A dance of dreams that softly sway,
In the gentle arms of the endless night.

Oh, moonlit dreams, in whispers told,
In the sanctuary of night, hearts unfold.
A tapestry of light and shadow bold,
In the enchanting dance of tales of old.