In the quiet whispers of the night,
Words dance upon the moonlit breeze,
A symphony of thoughts taking flight,
In verses that the heart gently frees.

Each line a journey to distant lands,
Where emotions paint the skies anew,
The poet’s heart in ink-stained hands,
Crafts worlds from dreams that once flew.

Through stardust paths and silent streams,
The rhythm of life softly unfolds,
In every stanza, a tapestry of dreams,
A story in every word it holds.

So let the pen embrace the night,
And let the soul dance with delight,
For in the realm where poetry reigns,
The beauty of words forever remains.