In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where shadows play and dreams ignite,
A gentle glow begins to rise,
Guiding stars through velvet skies.
The moonlight weaves its silver thread,
Through forests deep, where darkness spreads,
And in the heart of every shade,
A spark of light, a promise made.
Between the dusk and dawn’s embrace,
A timeless dance, a tender chase,
Where light and dark in harmony,
Compose a silent symphony.
As morning breaks with golden hue,
The shadows fade, the world anew,
Yet in the night, theyâll find their way,
In endless dance, both night and day.