Beneath the velvet sky so wide,
The moon in silence starts its glide,
With silver beams that softly kiss,
The sleeping world in tranquil bliss.

She dances through the midnight sea,
A guardian of dreams, wild and free,
Her whispers echo in the dark,
Igniting souls with gentle spark.

Her glow, a tale of ancient lore,
A beacon to the lost and more,
She watches o’er the ebb and flow,
Of life below her tender glow.

In shadows deep, her light remains,
A constant through the joy and pains,
The moon, a muse for hearts that yearn,
To her, in love, we always turn.