Midnight Moon

In the velvet domain of the 12 PM sky,

A single moon starts to moan.

Projecting its shine on the world beneath,

A quiet orchestra, a heavenly show.

The city rests, enclosed by shadows profound,

As the 12 PM moon its privileged insights keep.

Silver strings wind as the night progressed,

A grandiose dance, an ethereal light.

Goodness, 12 PM moon, with your face so pale,

Let me know the privileged insights of the night's excellent story.

Do you hear the murmurs of the anxious trees,

Or on the other hand the delicate cradlesongs of the night breeze?

A heavenly watchman, so quiet and splendid,

Directing lost spirits through the velvet evening.

With each pillar, a story unfurls,

Of secrets stowed away, of dreams untold.

The stars accumulate 'cycle, a divine ensemble,

Their sparkling notes, a grandiose lyre.

The moon, the director of this ensemble,

Paints heavenly bodies in the immense woven artwork.

12 PM moon, with your peaceful look,

Reflecting secrets in your lunar stage.

A shiny mirror in the divine ocean,

Catching reverberations of forever.

Washed in the gleam of your immortal effortlessness,

Enlightening the haziness of room.

An encouraging sign in the grandiose huge,

A second frozen, as though time has elapsed.

However, inside your peaceful and calm face,

Lie stories of miracle, of affection and beauty.

Do you witness the dance of darlings underneath,

In the calm nurseries where moonflowers develop?

12 PM moon, with your bow grin,

Projecting charm mile by mile.

Do you see the writer's pen take off,

Catching the wizardry of this peaceful evening?

In the tranquility of the 12 PM air,

Murmurs of dreams, insider facts to share.

A material of dreams, painted in shades,

Of 12 PM blues and shiny pieces of information.

12 PM moon, manager of the evening,

Washing the world in your delicate light.

As the world sleeps, in dreams we faint,

Captivated of the charming 12 PM moon.

The songbird winds around an eerie tune,

Reverberating through the tranquility of the hill.

A song to the moon above,

A demonstration of the force of affection.

12 PM moon, in your divine lofty position,

It that is simply your own to Project a gleam.

Do you look after the visionaries, sleeping soundly,

Directing their excursion during that time so profound?

In the embroidered artwork of the grandiose expressive dance,

Each star an artist in the twilight presentation.

12 PM moon, with your brilliant sheen,

A quiet eyewitness, a mysterious sovereign.

As the world turns and shadows fade,

The 12 PM moon starts to fade.

Blurring into the material of sunrise's hug,

Abandoning a memory, a waiting follow.

12 PM moon, your watch is finished,

The night's process has quite recently started.

In the quiet of the morning's tune,

We bid goodbye to the charming 12 PM moon.