Moonlit Reverie

In tailored attire, he gazes at the moon,
a gentleman lost in celestial swoon.
His eyes, like silver pools, reflect the night,
as Luna weaves her magic, soft and bright.
The moon, a lantern hung in midnight’s hall,
illuminates his thoughts, both great and small.
So let him linger there, in lunar trance,
a net-clad figure lost in moonlight’s dance.