Beneath The Silver Moon Poem by Felix Quillan

Beneath the moon's soft, silvery embrace,
A poet's soul finds solace in this space.
With words that flow like rivers to the sea,
I craft a verse, a glimpse of life's decree.

In starlit nights, my thoughts take flight and soar,
Exploring realms unknown, forevermore.
A tapestry of dreams, I softly weave,
In every line, a part of me I leave.

The ink flows freely from the poet's hand,
Inscribed with love, both tender and grand.
In this poetic realm, I find my place,
A humble writer, lost in time and space.