In the gentle glow of twilight’s sigh,
The moon ascends, a beacon high,
Casting silver threads through night’s embrace,
A timeless orb in celestial grace.
She weaves through dreams with silent art,
A guardian of the restless heart,
Glimmers soft on fields and streams,
Guiding souls through midnight dreams.
Her face, a map of ancient lore,
Tales of love and nights of yore,
In her light, the shadows play,
Echoes of a world far away.
Though silent in her lofty throne,
Her whispers touch the heart alone,
A dance of stars, a serenade,
In her glow, all fears fade.