In the silent echoes of the night,
Where thoughts weave a delicate flight,
Poetry finds its gentle might,
Painting dreams in the soft moonlight.

Words dance on the edge of time,
Capturing moments in a rhythmic rhyme,
Emotions flow, both subtle and prime,
Crafting stories, sublime and divine.

A tapestry of feelings, vast and deep,
From joy to sorrow, where memories seep,
In verses where the heart’s secrets sleep,
Poetry’s magic, forever we keep.

Through the ages, it whispers still,
A voice that echoes through the quill,
Guiding souls with an unspoken will,
Poetry’s essence, ever tranquil.