In the quiet of the night, she rises high,
A silent witness to the world below,
Her silver glow paints shadows in the sky,
A gentle guide for those who wander slow.
She whispers secrets to the restless sea,
Her light a balm for weary, dreaming minds,
In her embrace, the world finds mystery,
A timeless dance where every heart unwinds.
Above the hills and through the ancient trees,
Her watchful gaze falls soft on every soul,
She knows the dreams that ride upon the breeze,
And comforts those who feel theyâve lost control.
Oh, moonlit muse, eternal in your grace,
You hold the stories of the night untold,
A beacon in the vast celestial space,
Where dreams are cast and whispered tales unfold.