In the quietude of night, where shadows softly lay,
The moon, a silent guardian, begins her gentle sway.
Her silver whispers paint the skies with dreams untold,
A tapestry of light and dark, in mysteries enfold.

She dances through the heavens, a beacon in the night,
Guiding weary travelers with her tender light.
Her face a mirror of the soul, serene yet bold,
In her embrace, the secrets of the cosmos unfold.

The stars, her loyal companions, twinkle in her wake,
In harmony, they sing the songs that only night can make.
Their symphony of silence, a balm for weary hearts,
In the moon’s soft glow, every sorrow departs.

Oh, gentle moon, eternal muse of poets’ pens,
In your light, the world finds solace, a love that never ends.
Your beauty timeless, a celestial guide above,
In the dance of night, you weave a tapestry of love.