In the hush of the night, the stars softly gleam,
A tapestry of dreams in the vast skyâs seam.
Their whispers echo in the cool, crisp air,
Tales of ancient worlds, beyond compare.
The moon, a guardian with her silver glow,
Guides the wandering souls below.
Her light, a gentle caress upon the sea,
Reflecting secrets of eternity.
The night wind carries the songs of old,
Stories of love and courage bold.
In the quietude, the heart finds peace,
As time and worries gently cease.
Beneath this celestial canvas wide,
Dreams and hopes in shadows hide.
Under the stars, we find our way,
In whispers of night, we choose to stay.