In the realm of my dream, where stars sing and shadows dance,
I wander through fields of light, in a trance,
The moon whispers secrets of the night,
Guiding me gently, with its soft, silver light.
Mountains rise like guardians of ancient lore,
Rivers flow with stories from a time before,
Each step I take, a melody unfolds,
A symphony of wonders, as the night grows old.
In the forest of thoughts, where my heart finds peace,
The trees tell tales of love that never cease,
The wind carries dreams on its gentle breeze,
Embracing my soul, putting my mind at ease.
As dawn approaches, with its golden gleam,
I awaken from this enchanting dream,
Yet the magic lingers, in my waking hours,
Filling my days with the dream’s eternal powers.