In the quiet hours when the world is still,
Dreams weave their tapestry, a delicate thrill.
Whispers of tomorrow, soft and bright,
Guiding hearts through the endless night.
Echoes of the past, gentle and true,
Painting skies in shades of deepest blue.
Memories dance in the moonlit glow,
Revealing secrets only dreams know.
Across the landscapes of the mind they fly,
Navigating realms where shadows lie.
Stars like lanterns, guiding the way,
Through silent night to the break of day.
Journeying through the nightâs embrace,
Finding solace in dreamsâ tender grace.
A world unseen, yet vividly real,
Where dreams awaken, and spirits heal.