Underneath the canopy of twilight,
Where stars weave tales of ancient light,
In the silence, whispers softly play,
Guiding dreams on their celestial way.

The moon, a guardian in the dark,
Illuminates the path with a silver spark,
Each constellation, a story to tell,
Of love, loss, and the night’s gentle spell.

The night sky holds secrets deep,
In its embrace, the world seems to sleep,
Yet in the quiet, there’s a song,
A melody that carries the soul along.

As dawn approaches, stars bid adieu,
Promising to return with skies of blue,
In their absence, the silence remains,
A reminder of the night sky’s eternal reign.