When moonlight fades and night recedes,
And dawn’s first light the darkness bleeds,
What lingers in the sky’s soft hue,
Is the whisper of the night’s adieu.
The stars withdraw, their vigil done,
As shadows flee the rising sun.
Yet in their wake, a silence deep,
Where dreams and echoes gently sleep.
The night, a realm where secrets bloom,
Now yields to day’s unyielding loom.
But in the heart, a trace remains,
Of moonlit paths and silvered lanes.
After moon, the world is born anew,
With morning’s light and skies of blue.
Yet hidden in the daylight’s glare,
Is night’s soft kiss, still lingering there.
For in the quiet, in between,
The realms of night and day serene,
There lies a space where souls convene,
To ponder what the darkness means.
The moon’s pale glow, a fleeting friend,
Reminds us that all things must end.
But as the sun ascends its throne,
We carry light we've never known.
After moon, the shadows part,
And daylight warms the weary heart.
But in our minds, the night’s soft tune,
Forever sings of after moon.
