In the quiet realm where shadows sway,
The moon whispers secrets to the night,
Her silver glow guides lost souls’ way,
A beacon soft in tranquil flight.
A guardian of dreams and silken tides,
She dances across the velvet sea,
Silent witness where the heart resides,
In her glow, we find serenity.
Clouds weave tales with her tender light,
As stars sprinkle the sky with grace,
In her gaze, the world feels right,
A peaceful smile on her celestial face.
When dawn approaches, she softly fades,
Yet leaves a promise in the sky,
That night will come and sheâll cascade,
Her gentle glow will never die.