In the hush of twilight’s gentle fall,
Dreams weave through the silent call.
Stars dance in the velvet sky,
As whispers of night softly sigh.
Within the cradle of moonlit beams,
Hearts float on silver streams.
Shadows stretch and softly blend,
Guiding souls to night’s end.
The world unwinds in tranquil grace,
Time pauses in its endless race.
Through quiet fields of starlit dreams,
Life flows in celestial streams.
As dawn’s light begins to wake,
Dreams retreat and gently break.
Yet whispers of the night remain,
Until the moonlight calls again.