In the quiet of the night, under the moon's soft glow, Where shadows dance and secrets softly flow, We find ourselves, away from the worldly show, In the silence, our true colors begin to show.

In the hearts of trees, the whispers of the breeze, The gentle hum of life beneath the seas, Love is found in these, And in the echo of the mountain's pleas.

The world is but a canvas, wild and wide, Each moment a brushstroke, where emotions reside. In the dance of the stars, in the changing tide, We are all artists, with nothing to hide.

The night's dark ink, the day's golden thread, In the book of life, every story is read. In the symphony of silence, much is said, In the music of the cosmos, we are led.

With bare feet on the earth, heads in the sky, We are dreamers dreaming, not questioning why. In the quiet corners of the night, we fly, In the open arms of love, we lie.

In the heart's quiet whisper, the soul's gentle hum, To the rhythm of life, we succumb. In the depth of the night, to love we become, In the vast expanse of the universe, we are but a strum.

Through the lens of love, the world is seen, A canvas of dreams, a vast, open green. Through the heart's silent song, love is keen, In the quiet moments, we understand what it means.

~S.W