The moon, she watches, soft and wise,
A silver guardian in the skies.
She hums to the waves, a lullaby deep,
Singing the ocean into sleep.
She whispers to lovers beneath her light,
Guiding lost souls through the night.
She listens to dreams, secrets untold,
Carving their stories in shimmered gold.
Yet, though she glows with patient grace,
She longs to touch, to leave her place.
A lonely queen in midnight’s tune,
Forever bound—a silent moon.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
The moon, she watches, soft and wise,
A silver guardian in the skies.
She hums to the waves, a lullaby deep,
Singing the ocean into sleep.
She whispers to lovers beneath her light,
Guiding lost souls through the night.
She listens to dreams, secrets untold,
Carving their stories in shimmered gold.
Yet, though she glows with patient grace,
She longs to touch, to leave her place.
A lonely queen in midnight’s tune,
Forever bound—a silent moon.