Underneath the starlit sky so vast,
Dreams take flight on wings of hope.
Whispered wishes in the midnight breeze,
Carried far to realms unseen, they elope.
With every shooting star that graces the night,
Silent prayers are cast with fervent hearts.
In the quiet, where moonlight softly glows,
Wishes weave through the dark, like celestial darts.
The night holds secrets, dreams yet to unfold,
Bound by the whispers of yearning souls.
Each wish a spark in the vast unknown,
A beacon of light in the nightâs gentle hold.
As dawn breaks, the wishes gently fade,
But their essence lingers in the morning air.
Hope renewed with the rise of the sun,
For every whispered wish, a promise to care.