The moon's soft whisper wakes the night,
a silver glow that shines so bright
the stars up high, a twinkling sea
a celestial showcase, for you and me.

In this quiet hour, I find my peace
a sense of calm, that the world can't release
the moon's pale light, upon my face
illuminates the path, to a sacred place.

Dreams unfold like petals, of a flower in bloom as the moon's gentle beams, ignite the room. The shadows dance, upon the wall
as the night's sweet magic, begins to enthrall.

In this lunar landscape, I find my way
through the darkness and light, of each passing day. The moon's soft whisper, guides me through and fills my heart, with a love that's true.