In the quiet whisper of the night,
Beneath the shimmering starlit sky,
I cast my wishes to the boundless heights,
Where dreams and hopes freely fly.
Each star a vessel for a secret longing,
A beacon of light in the endless dark,
Guiding my heart with a silent calling,
Leaving a gentle, luminous mark.
The moon, a guardian of tender wishes,
Cradles my dreams in its soft embrace,
Illuminating paths where my spirit swishes,
Through realms of wonder, time and space.
As dawn breaks with its golden hue,
My wishes blend with the morning light,
Carried by the winds, they soar anew,
Into the day, beyond the night.