In the quiet whispers of the night,
When the moon lends its solemn light,
I pen down thoughts that softly gleam,
Crafting verses from a distant dream.

With every stroke, the paper sighs,
As ink dances and softly flies,
Through realms of wonder, hearts take flight,
In the silent echoes of the night.

Words entwine like lovers’ embrace,
Each line a journey, a gentle chase,
Through valleys deep and mountains steep,
Where poetry’s soul awakens from sleep.

And as the dawn begins to break,
With morning’s glow, these verses wake,
Leaving whispers of the night behind,
In every poem, a piece of mind.