In the quiet of the moonlit night,
Where stars weave tales of old,
Emotions rise like gentle tides,
In whispers, stories unfold.

A heart’s soft sigh in the dark,
Echoes of joy and pain entwined,
Feelings dance in shadowed arcs,
In dreams, solace they find.

Tears that fall like morning dew,
Gentle reminders of the past,
Yet hope blooms with each dawn anew,
In love’s embrace, forever vast.

So let the heart’s whispers guide,
Through storms and sunny days,
In emotions’ tender tide,
Find peace in life’s gentle ways.