In the quiet embrace of the moon’s soft glow,
Silvery whispers dance across the night,
Casting dreams upon the earth below,
Guiding lost souls with gentle light.

The stars weave stories in the darkened skies,
As shadows stretch and play in lunar beams,
A tranquil lullaby that never dies,
Awakening thoughts and forgotten dreams.

The world pauses in the moon’s tender gaze,
Time slows, and hearts begin to find their way,
Bathed in luminescence, a gentle haze,
Where hopes and fears silently sway.

Under the moon’s watchful, caring eyes,
The night breathes life into the weary soul,
A sanctuary where the spirit flies,
And broken hearts begin to feel whole.