Under the velvet sky, the moon awakens,
Casting silver whispers across the darkened sea,
Her light a gentle touch on slumbering dreams,
Guiding lost souls through the night’s serene.

The stars gather round, her loyal sentinels,
In silent reverence of her ethereal glow,
Each beam a story from ancient realms,
Written in shadows and cosmic flow.

She dances with clouds, in a celestial waltz,
Veiling and unveiling her face so fair,
A mystic presence in the midnight hour,
Her beauty a secret, beyond compare.

As dawn approaches, she fades away,
Leaving a trace of magic in the morn,
A promise that in the night’s return,
The moon’s embrace will again be born.