In the tranquil hush of the velvet night,
The moon ascends with a gentle grace,
Guardian of secrets, bathed in silver light,
She whispers dreams in her serene embrace.

Her glow a beacon for wayward souls,
A silent companion in the starry sea,
She keeps the watch as the universe unfolds,
An enigma of time and eternity.

Through shadows cast on earthly ground,
She dances with the clouds in silent waltz,
Her mysteries in quiet depths abound,
A celestial muse without a single fault.

In her presence, the night finds peace,
As she paints the world in shades of silver blue,
The moon, a timeless masterpiece,
A gentle reminder of dreams anew.