Beneath the moon’s gentle gleam,
Our souls weave dreams unseen.
In the quiet of the night,
They dance with pure delight.

Through shadows deep and wide,
Our souls in silence glide.
Their whispers soft and clear,
Speak truths we long to hear.

In the dawn’s first light,
Our souls take flight.
Bound by threads of gold,
Their stories unfold.

Eternal, ever bright,
Our souls’ endless light.
A journey through the ages,
Written on life’s pages.