Nocturnal Serenity

Beneath the canvas sky, where stars ignite, A river whispers secrets to the night. A boat drifts gently, cradled by the tide, Its passengers, a silent, sacred ride. The city sleeps, its lights a shimmering glow, A mirror of the heavens, soft and low. The brushstrokes dance, a symphony of hue, Each stroke a story, each hue a clue. The moon, a silent sentinel, watches on, Its glow a beacon, guiding every one. In this stillness, time seems to stand still, A moment frozen, yet eternally full. For in this scene, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our dreams, our own direction. The river flows, the stars ignite, And in this night, we find our light.