Beneath the stars that whisper dreams,
He wanders lost in silvered streams.

Amidst the glades where wild blossoms sway,  
His heart beats softly to the night’s ballet.  

Their fragrant whispers drift on the breeze,  
Guiding him onward through rustling leaves.  

In the embrace of shadows, secrets entwine,  
He journeys deeper, where the stars align.  

With every tread, the midnight hums,  
A symphony woven from twilight's drums.  

In the hush of night, where echoes blend,  
The moonlight beckons, inviting him to transcend.  

Through misty veils, a silhouette glides,  
A spectral maiden, where the moonlight resides.  

Her voice, like silver, calls out his name,  
Awakening stories, igniting the flame.  

As he meets her gaze, the world fades away,  
Together they dance, lost in the sway.  

For he is a whisper of the lunar grace,  
A spirit of night, in this enchanted space.  

With wings of starlight, they soar through the sky,  
Two souls united, as the night passes by.