In the whisper of the moonlit night,
Magic dances on the edge of sight,
A delicate thread woven through dreams,
Where nothing is ever as it seems.

Stars sprinkle secrets across the sky,
In a realm where the heart learns to fly,
Yet shadows linger in the silent breeze,
Hiding truths among the swaying trees.

A magician’s smile, a fleeting glance,
In the heart of wonder, we find our stance,
But beneath the gleam of the mystic light,
Lies the simple truth, hidden in plain sight.

For magic, though tempting, is just a guise,
A mirror reflecting our own disguise,
In the embrace of reality, we find solace,
And in the truth, we uncover our true place.