In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where moonlight paints the forest floor,
Whispers of magic softly flower,
Unlocking dreams behind each door.

Stars above in waltzing motion,
Cast their spells upon the night,
Binding hearts with secret potion,
In a realm where dark meets light.

Shadows weave in mystic patterns,
Cloaked in veils of silver mist,
Echoes of a world that matters,
Where reality and dreams coexist.

Here, the soul finds its reflection,
In the mirror of the enchanted sky,
Embracing magic’s gentle affection,
As time and wonder drift slowly by.