The Waking Moon

When the night skies whisper
in echoes of silvery sheen,
a crescent breathes, gently sighing
across the trembling ocean's dream.

The hollow moon speaks softly,
stories stitched in shadow's seam;
a tapestry of stars unwinding
in the stillness of this endless theme.

Wander barefoot on the twilight
where echoes roam and shadows play;
the silver wake of a waking moon,
is where lost thoughts gently lay.