Beneath the velvet sky so wide,
The moon does cast her gentle light,
A beacon in the dark of night,
Guiding dreams on tranquil tides.
She whispers tales of ages past,
Of lovers’ vows and sailors’ quests,
Her silver glow upon them rests,
A timeless bond that ever lasts.
In her glow, the shadows dance,
Painting stories, crafting lore,
A silent muse forevermore,
In her presence, hearts entranced.
O moon, so constant in your flight,
Through phases, waxing and waning,
Your beauty ever remaining,
A pearl in the canvas of night.