Whispers of The Moon

In the hushed embrace of twilight's gleam,

A tale unfolds, a poet's dream,

Beneath the velvet canopy above,

The moon, a radiant orb, whispers of love.

With celestial grace, it casts its glow,

A luminescent river, a celestial show,

Its milky beams dance upon the night,

Stirring hearts, igniting pure delight.

In tranquil gardens, flowers bow,

Their petals kissed by moonlit glow,

A symphony of whispers fills the air,

As nature weaves a tapestry rare.

Whispers of the moon, they softly sigh,

Unveiling secrets that time can't deny,

They whisper of passion, ancient and deep,

And mysteries that in shadows sleep.

The moon, a silent confidant,

Witness to tales both old and avant,

It holds the secrets of starlit skies,

Reflecting wisdom in its tranquil eyes.

Whispers ride upon the midnight breeze,

Across oceans, mountains, and ancient trees,

They carry echoes of forgotten lore,

And dreams that spark the soul's encore.

Oh, let us listen, let us be still,

As whispers of the moon our hearts fulfill,

For in its gentle light, we find our way,

Guided by the love that cannot sway.

So, gaze upon the moon, dear friend,

Let its whispers to your spirit lend,

And may its timeless serenade impart,

A melody that lingers in your heart.

For in the whispers of the moon above,

Lie the mysteries of life, of hope, and love,

Embrace the night, let your spirit soar,

And let the moon's whispers forevermore.