In the gentle whispers of the night,
Mary wanders beneath the moon’s embrace,
Her thoughts like stars in endless flight,
Dancing to the rhythm of time’s silent grace.

Through the woods where echoes speak,
She finds solace in the rustling leaves,
Every step a story, every glance unique,
In this sacred place where her heart believes.

A journey through dreams, both old and new,
Her soul a canvas of unspoken tales,
Painting the sky with a wistful hue,
Where every shadow and light prevails.

Mary’s heart unveils its secret song,
A melody that only the night can hear,
In the stillness where she belongs,
Her spirit free, her path clear.