“Moon”

In silver threads of night, the moon bestows,
A tender light that softly ebbs and flows.
Upon your face, a tranquil gleam it lays,
Whispering secrets of celestial ways.

Your features bathed in luminescent grace,
Shadows dance gently on your serene face.
Each curve and line the moonlight softly trace,
Transforming night into a sacred place.

Beneath the moon’s caress, your soul does gleam,
An echo of the stars’ most tender dream.
In moonlit grace, a timeless beauty stays,
As rays of the moon shine upon your face.