In the quiet of the night, where dreams take flight,
I cast my wishes upon the stars, so bright.
A gentle breeze carries them on silver wings,
To where the heart’s deepest longing sings.

Amidst the shadows, where hope softly gleams,
I weave my desires into moonlit streams.
Each wish a whisper in the silent air,
A secret prayer, tender and rare.

In the garden of dreams, where wishes bloom,
I plant my hopes beneath the silver moon.
They grow in silence, nurtured by time,
In harmony with the universe’s rhyme.

As dawn approaches, the night gently fades,
Yet my wishes linger in the twilight’s shades.
A tapestry of dreams, woven with grace,
Eternal echoes in an endless space.