When the stars weave their silver threads,
And the moon casts its tranquil glow,
Dreams tiptoe through the silent night,
Where time finds its gentle flow.

In the cradle of softest shadows,
Slumber wraps with tender grace,
Whispers of the night wind call,
To a world of serene embrace.

Through the veils of peaceful darkness,
Thoughts drift like clouds in flight,
Hopes and wishes softly linger,
Until the birth of morning light.

Rest now beneath the velvet sky,
Let worries gently fade away,
For in the arms of restful sleep,
Awaits the promise of a new day.