Beneath the silver luminescence, shadows dance,
The night sings a silent song,
Stars whisper secrets of ancient romance,
Where dreams and reality belong.
In the stillness of the twilight hour,
Soft winds carry tales untold,
Each moment a blossoming flower,
As the night gently unfolds.
The moon gazes with a tender light,
Embracing the world in her glow,
Silent guardian of the night,
In her presence, time moves slow.
As dawn approaches with a golden hue,
The whispers of the moonlight fade,
Leaving behind the night’s gentle view,
Until the next twilight parade.