Beneath the velvet cloak of night, I stand,
Gazing at the heavens, an endless land,
Stars like whispers, soft and bright,
Illuminate the darkness with their light.

The moon, a silent guardian high,
Watches over with a gentle sigh,
Its silver beams on earth do cast,
Creating shadows of the past.

In this tranquil, midnight hour,
I feel the cosmos’ ancient power,
A tale of time, a story told,
In constellations of the bold.

The night sky sings a lullaby,
A symphony of peace up high,
And in its vast, eternal sea,
I find a calm serenity.