In the quiet realm where dreams reside,
Whispers of the night softly glide,
Through the veil of slumber’s grace,
Painting worlds in a tender embrace.
Stars weave tales of forgotten lands,
Where time dances on golden sands,
Echoes of laughter in the moon’s light,
Guiding the heart through the silent night.
A symphony plays within the mind,
Melodies of hope, endlessly kind,
Dreams soar on wings of silver light,
Chasing shadows into the night.
As dawn breaks, the visions fade,
Yet their warmth lingers, softly laid,
In the heart’s chamber, dreams remain,
Whispering echoes that gently sustain.