Beneath the velvet sky, she silently gleams,
A guardian of night, weaving endless dreams,
Her silver light, a whisper in the dark,
Guiding lost souls, igniting a spark.

Her beauty profound, a gentle embrace,
She paints the night with her ethereal grace,
Through shadows she dances, a silent waltz,
In her glow, the world halts.

Stars gather round, in awe of her light,
She reigns supreme, the queen of the night,
With every phase, a story untold,
In her presence, the universe unfolds.

The moon, a muse, to poets and lovers,
Her secrets, a mystery that forever hovers,
She whispers tales of times gone by,
Under her watchful, celestial eye.