In the quiet of the night, verses take flight,
Whispering secrets in the moon’s soft light,
Words dance gracefully, painting dreams so bright,
Poetry unfolds, a symphony of sight.

Through the tapestry of time, lines entwine,
Emotions cascade, in rhythm, they align,
Each stanza a heartbeat, each rhyme a sign,
Of stories untold, of whispers divine.

The quill, a wand, casting magic spells,
In ink, the universe of feelings dwells,
Every metaphor, a tale it tells,
In silence or song, poetry compels.

A sonnet, a haiku, or free verse so wild,
They capture the soul, both fierce and mild,
In the realm of words, we’re beguiled,
Lost in poetry’s embrace, tender and styled.