Indulging in the pleasures of Luna,
Nocturnal eyes see beyond
Moonlight

The night is an enticing incentive
Luring us to dare be a part
Of a velvet heart that sings
The lullaby

"That which we create in the
Midst of others' dream is pure,
And most of all, true"

At the end of each note
Is a prelude to another
Evoking creativity that stems
And can only be nurtured
In the night
Yet flourishes in daylight

At the night's darkest hue
Patching syllable after syllable
Evoking stories that have
Begun to be to told

Indulging in the pleasures of Luna,
Nocturnal eyes see beyond moonlight