Beneath the velvet skies, dreams softly weave,
In the cradle of night, where shadows breathe.
Whispered hopes in slumber’s gentle embrace,
Painting futures with a tender grace.
Stars twinkle like secrets in the dark,
Guiding hearts with their celestial spark.
In the quiet hush, desires take flight,
Dancing through realms of endless night.
Dreams, the silent echoes of tomorrow,
Where joy and sorrow seamlessly borrow.
A tapestry of wishes, bold and bright,
Illuminating the path with ethereal light.
In morning’s glow, they softly fade,
Yet in our hearts, their essence is laid.
Dreams, the timeless whispers of the soul,
Forever part of life’s intricate scroll.