In the quiet embrace of the midnight hour,
The moon shines with a gentle power.
Her silver glow, a soft caress,
Illuminates the world in silent finesse.

Against the canvas of the starlit night,
She dances, a beacon of ethereal light.
Whispers of dreams float in her glow,
Guiding the wanderers, gentle and slow.

In her gaze, the tides rise and fall,
Her mystery, an eternal call.
A guardian of secrets, old and new,
The moon watches, serene and true.

Through the shadows, she softly glides,
A companion to souls where hope resides.
In her light, the night finds grace,
The moon, a timeless, celestial embrace.