In the quiet of the night, dreams softly weave,
Through the tapestry of stars, they silently breathe.
Whispers of the heart, in shadows they play,
Guiding lost souls on a mystical array.

Dancing on the edge of reality’s seam,
Dreams craft worlds from a silvery gleam.
With wings of hope, they soar above time,
Unveiling secrets in a rhythm sublime.

In the realm of dreams, where wonders ignite,
Visions unfold in the cloak of midnight.
A symphony of colors, a cascade of light,
Painting the canvas of the soul’s delight.

Awake to the dawn, with dreams in embrace,
Carrying their magic, we find our own place.
In the whispers of dreams, our hearts reside,
Where the impossible and the possible collide.