Moonbeam Waltz

In twilight's hush, where silence sings,
The moon slips loose her silver rings,
And drapes the world in gossamer light—
A whispered dream of velvet night.

She calls the stars, her watchful kin,
To circle slow with grace within
A ballroom made of shifting skies,
Where cloudlight waltzes softly rise.

The trees bow low, the rivers gleam,
Each leaf alight with drifting dream.
On silver toes the shadows spin,
The dance begins, the dark grows thin.

With every step, the night renews—
A lullaby in pale-hued shoes.
And when the dawn begins to call,
The moonbeam waltz dissolves in thrall.