In the quiet of the night they come,
Soft whispers of a world unknown,
Painting skies with stars of hope,
Dreams that dance, dreams that roam.
Across the fields of endless time,
They weave a tapestry of light,
Guiding hearts to distant shores,
Where shadows yield to dawn’s embrace.
In dreams, we find the courage to soar,
Beyond the confines of the day,
To touch the edges of the sky,
And bathe in the glow of a new sun.
Awakened by the morning’s call,
They linger softly in our minds,
A gentle nudge towards what could be,
Dreams, the whispers of tomorrow’s promise.