In the silent embrace of nightâs gentle shroud,
Dreams weave through the tapestry of stars,
Whispers echo in the quiet, unbroken,
Guiding souls to realms afar.
Dancing on the edge of wakingâs tender veil,
Visions paint the canvas of the mind,
Colors of hope and shadows of doubt,
Entwined in dreams unconfined.
A melody sung by the heartâs own muse,
Carried on the winds of longing,
Seeking solace in the moonâs soft glow,
Where dreams and reality are thronging.
As dawn breaks, dreams dissolve like mist,
Yet their echoes linger in the light,
Fueling the fire of the waking soul,
To chase the dreams into the night.