In the quiet of the night, he speaks,
A language of dreams, a symphony that seeks,
To touch the stars, to dance with the moon,
His whispers, a melody, a gentle tune.

His eyes, deep oceans, where secrets lie,
Stories untold, beneath the sky,
A heart that beats with a rhythm divine,
In his silence, I find the sweetest sign.

Through shadows and light, he walks alone,
A journey of wonder, a path unknown,
With every step, he leaves a trace,
Of love, of hope, in this vast space.

In his smile, the dawn awakes,
A promise of tomorrow, a bond that makes,
The world a canvas, painted anew,
With hues of him, in every view.