In the quiet night, the moon does rise,
Whispering secrets to the silent skies.
Stars above, they twinkle bright,
Guiding sailors with their light.

The moon, a guardian, calm and serene,
Reflects the dreams of what has been.
Stars, like diamonds, scattered wide,
In the vast, endless cosmic tide.

Together they weave a tale of old,
Of love and loss, and stories told.
In the stillness, their voices blend,
A celestial song that knows no end.

So gaze upon the moonlit sea,
And let the stars’ embrace set you free.
For in the night, where dreams take flight,
The moon and stars will guide your sight.