Beneath the silver glow of moonlit skies,
Where shadows dance and secrets lie,
A poet’s heart begins to weave,
Tales of dreams the night conceives.

In hushed whispers of the trees,
The wind carries tales across the seas,
Words like stars in velvet night,
Guide the soul to realms of light.

Each line a river, flowing free,
Through valleys deep and mountains steep,
A tapestry of thoughts entwined,
In the silent echoes of the mind.

As dawn approaches, the verses fade,
But in the heart, they’re gently laid,
A quiet song, a whispered plea,
In the endless dance of poetry.