In the quiet of the night, where dreams softly tread,
Words weave a tapestry, of what remains unsaid.
The moonlight gently kisses each silent, waiting page,
As poetry begins its dance, on life’s vast stage.

Echoes of emotions, in verses pure and deep,
Each line a heartbeat, secrets poets keep.
Through the storm of life, and gentle morning dew,
Rhymes become the compass, guiding what is true.

The soul’s unspoken language, on wings of thought it flies,
Capturing the essence, of laughter, tears, and sighs.
In the garden of the mind, where inspiration grows,
Poetry blooms eternal, in soft and vibrant glows.

So let the pen dance freely, across the open page,
Let imagination soar, beyond the bounds of age.
In each crafted stanza, find solace and release,
For in the heart of poetry, lies the world’s peace.