In the quiet veil of night, she glows,
A beacon in the endless sea of dreams.
Her silvery light, a gentle repose,
Guiding lost souls with tender beams.
Her face, a mirror of forgotten time,
Stories etched in her ancient grace.
Through the ages, her beauty sublime,
A silent witness in the celestial space.
Dancing shadows on Earth’s embrace,
She whispers secrets to the dark.
In her presence, the night’s soft lace
Weaves tales of wonder, leaves its mark.
When dawn approaches, she fades away,
Yet promises her return with night.
The moon, forever in the sky’s ballet,
A guardian of dreams till morning light.