In the velvet embrace of night,
Dreams flutter like fragile wings.
They weave tales of distant lands,
Where hope and wonder sing.
Beneath the moonâs gentle gaze,
Visions of our hearts unfold.
A tapestry of light and shade,
Where silent stories are told.
Dreams paint the canvas of the mind,
With colors bold and bright.
They whisper secrets to our souls,
In the stillness of the night.
When dawn breaks and shadows fade,
Dreams linger in the morning dew.
A reminder of the magic within,
And the endless possibilities anew.