a poem about the moon and nightsky
In the velvet folds of the nightsky divine,
Where stars allure and dreams align,
A silver orb, so gently it gleams,
Casting its spell, the moon's serene beams.
It rises high, over hills and trees,
Casting shadows that dance with ease,
A celestial guide, lighting the way,
To a realm where sorrows gently sway.
Oh, moon, you enchantress of the night,
With your tranquil glow, a guiding light,
A symbol of hope and mystic grace,
Bathing the world in a soft embrace.
In your presence, secrets come alive,
Whispered tales only night skies can provide,
Mysteries abound on your celestial path,
As you navigate through twilight's aftermath.
The stars, your companions, twinkle afar,
A celestial chorus, a shimmering memoir,
They dot the velvet canvas with delight,
Creating constellations in celestial flight.
Oh, moon, you are a muse for hearts,
Inspiring poets with your ethereal arts,
Reflecting love, in your gaze they find,
A source of solace, soothing mankind.
The moon, a beacon in the darkest hour,
A silent guardian, with its gentle power,
It watches over, caressing troubled souls,
Nurturing dreams as twilight unfolds.
So, let us surrender to the nightsky's charm,
Under the moon's gaze, find peace and calm,
For it reminds us even in the darkest night,
There's always a flicker of hope, so bright.