A solitary pearl hangs suspended,

Caught between wisps of midnight dreams,

Her silver light cascades like silk,

Through windowpanes and quiet streams.

Ethereal guardian of the night,

She weaves her spell with gentle might.

Each beam a thread of slumber deep,

Beckoning weary souls to sleep.

Window watchers, heads grown heavy,

Pay homage to her ancient song.

Some bow in reverent devotion,

As silver whispers float along.

Dancing through cloud-spun valleys,

She claims her throne in starlit halls,

Casting down her loving gaze

As consciousness slowly falls.

One by one, minds drift away

To realms where logic holds no sway,

Where dreams and truth entwined lay

In moonlit gardens far away.

Her light - a tender siren's call,

A bridge between two worlds divine.

"Release your burdens," she whispers soft,

“Let fantasy and peace combine.”