In the quiet night, she softly glows,
A beacon for dreams, where the heart knows,
Her light a gentle, silvery stream,
Guiding souls in a lunar dream.

Through the shadowed woods she weaves,
Casting spells as the world believes,
Her face serene, a timeless grace,
Holding secrets in her embrace.

Ocean waves rise to her call,
In her presence, they stand tall,
A dance of tides beneath her gaze,
In her rhythm, the world sways.

Silent guardian of the night,
A comforting, eternal light,
The moon whispers to those who seek,
In her glow, the heart will speak.