In the quiet of the starlit eve,
Where dreams and reality weave,
Angels tread on gossamer light,
Guiding souls through the night.
Their wings, like whispers, softly glide,
Across the heavens, vast and wide,
They carry hopes, pure and bright,
Illuminating hearts with gentle might.
Through shadows deep, they gently steer,
With tender grace, they draw near,
Their voices, like a lullaby,
Bring peace beneath the endless sky.
In every heart, they find a place,
Leaving traces of their embrace,
Angels, unseen yet ever near,
Forever guarding, forever dear.