When the world dims its vibrant hue,
And whispers of night softly call,
We drift into dreams, vast and true,
Where shadows dance upon nightâs wall.
In the embrace of silent night,
Stars weave tales of distant lands,
Guiding us through dreams’ gentle flight,
Led softly by the moonâs pale hands.
The heart finds peace in nightâs embrace,
Where worries fade like morning mist,
In dreams, we find a sacred space,
Where hopes and fears quietly twist.
Awake again with morning light,
Refreshed by nightâs tranquil retreat,
We greet the dawn, renewed in sight,
Restored by slumber’s gentle beat.