Hark, my dear babe, to the moon’s gentle glow,
In realms where celestial starlit rivers flow.
Thine eyes, like pearls in an ocean so vast,
Dream deep of days yore, when eons shall last.
'Tis in this night’s embrace thou shalt find,
An ethereal cradle, in stars aligned.
Whispering winds thy weary brow caress,
In solace of dreams, find sweet restfulness.
Golden beams dance upon thy cherub face,
Borne by zephyrs from a timeless place.
Seraphim sing in harmonious choir,
O’er thee doth watch, angels never tire.
Slumber doth kiss thy tender brow,
Lulled by the night’s serenading vow.
Be thee calm ‘neath heaven's dome,
In these realms, thy spirit doth roam.
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