In the quiet of the night, dreams whisper soft and light,
They paint the skies with colors bright, a wondrous, glowing sight.
Through the veil of sleep they weave, a tapestry of hope,
Guiding hearts with gentle hands, along life’s endless slope.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gleam, aspirations take their flight,
They soar above the clouds of doubt, into the starry night.
With every beat, our dreams ignite, a fire fierce and true,
They light the path to futures bright, with visions clear and new.

Though shadows may obscure our way, and fears may cloud our sight,
The dreams within us gently say, “Hold on with all your might.”
For in the darkest hours of night, when hope seems far and thin,
Our dreams will be the guiding light, to the dawn that lies within.

So cherish every fleeting dream, and let them lead you on,
For in their glow, the world will seem, a place where fears are gone.
Embrace the whispers in the night, and let your spirit soar,
For dreams are keys to endless light, and life’s forevermore.