In the quiet hush of midnight’s embrace,
Where dreams tiptoe through the veil of night,
Whispers of wishes take gentle flight,
Painting the sky with hope’s tender trace.

Beneath the pale glow of a crescent moon,
Hearts murmur secrets to the silent stars,
Yearning for tomorrows unmarred by scars,
In the soft cradle of night’s gentle tune.

With every breath, a wish is born anew,
Carried on the wings of a fleeting breeze,
Dancing through the leaves of ancient trees,
Seeking the dawn in skies of endless blue.

As shadows wane and morning light appears,
Wishes linger, woven in sunlit dreams,
Guiding the heart through life’s winding streams,
In the gentle glow of hope’s tender tears.