Ode to the Celestial Night

O Night, thou art a canvass vast,
A tapestry of stars so bright,
Upon thy dark and silent mast,
The moon sails through the tranquil night.

In silver robes, she takes her throne,
A queen in realms of endless space,
Her gentle light, a beacon sown,
Guiding dreams in every place.

The stars, like diamonds, grace thy cloak,
A shimmering celestial sea,
Their stories whispered as they spoke,
Of ancient tales and mystery.

What secrets in thy shadows lie,
What wonders in thy depths unfold,
As mortals gaze with awestruck eye,
Into the cosmic web you hold.

Thou art a symphony of peace,
A lullaby for souls to rest,
A sanctuary where dreams increase,
In slumber’s soft and sweet caress.

O Night, with thee, our spirits soar,
On wings of dreams to realms unknown,
Thy silence, like a sacred door,
Invites us to a world our own.

So here’s to thee, celestial Night,
A poet’s muse, a lover’s guide,
In thy embrace, we find delight,
As through the heavens, we abide.