Under the silver glow of the moon,
Shadows dance in silent tune,
Whispering secrets to the stars,
In a language that’s ours.

The night sky, a velvet sheet,
Cradles dreams both bitter and sweet,
Guiding hearts with its gentle light,
Through the darkness of the night.

Moonbeams kiss the sleeping earth,
Nurturing hopes, giving birth,
To visions of a brighter dawn,
As the night fades and is gone.

In the quiet, moonlit hours,
Time slows and loses its powers,
Embracing souls in a tender embrace,
In the moon’s serene grace.