Nestled Dreams Under Night Skies

In the quiet of the night, under the watchful eye of the moon,
Lies a world, silent, serene, where dreams are cradoned soon.
The velvet sky, a tapestry, with diamonds strewn about,
Whispers tales of ancient times, in a voice both soft and stout.

Amidst the calm, the soul finds peace, beneath the silver glow,
Each star a beacon, guiding light, for dreams that ebb and flow.
The night's embrace, a gentle clasp, on hearts that seek reprieve,
In the sanctuary of darkness, it's in whispers we believe.

The moon, a silent sentinel, overseeing our deepest fears,
Its light, a path through shadowed thoughts, drying unshed tears.
For in the realm of nighttime's veil, our hidden truths find wings,
Nestled dreams under night skies, where the quiet spirit sings.

Embrace the night, its quietude, let its magic fill your soul,
Underneath the starry vault, feel yourself become whole.
Let the night's ephemeral beauty, in its silent, soothing way,
Guide your heart to tranquil dreams, until the break of day.