Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Where shadows dance and rivers flow,
I find the whispers of the night,
In gentle beams of soft moonlight.

Her glow, a tender, guiding hand,
Across the sky, a silver strand,
Her light a balm for weary souls,
In her embrace, the world consoles.

The stars, her silent, twinkling choir,
Sing songs of love, of heart’s desire,
In lunar light, the dreams unfold,
Stories of love, forever told.

So let us dance beneath her gaze,
In moonlit fields, through silver haze,
For in her light, our spirits soar,
To love the moon, forevermore.