Midnight's Whisper

In the hush of the midnight hour,
Whispers dance on a silvered breeze,
Tales of old, of power, of dower,
Riding waves, through ancient trees.

The moon, a beacon in velvet night,
Guides the lost, the weary, her light so bright.
Stars, like jewels, adorn the skies,
A tapestry of dreams, in lovers' eyes.

Sea's breath, a rhythmic, soothing sound,
In its embrace, our hearts are bound.
Love's echo, across the expanse,
In midnight's whisper, we find our dance.

So here we stand, under night's embrace,
In the beauty of time, and in its space.
The world asleep, yet we're awake,
In love's quiet moment, our souls partake.

For in the night, when whispers call,
In that soft hush, we risk it all.
To feel, to love, in the endless night,
Under the watch of the moon's gentle light.