Beneath the blanket of the velvet night,
Stars whisper secrets of dreams so bright.
Each twinkle a promise, a wish taking flight,
Carried by winds to the edge of sight.

In the stillness where shadows dance,
Dreams weave tales of a second chance.
Horizons beckon with a hopeful glance,
In the realm of sleep, where spirits prance.

Through the labyrinth of the mind’s embrace,
Dreams unfold in a tender grace.
Echoes of laughter in a boundless space,
As hearts find solace in a dream’s sweet trace.

When dawn awakens with its golden hue,
Dreams may fade, but their essence is true.
They linger softly, like morning dew,
A reminder that dreams can always renew.