In the shadow of silent dreams,
Where echoes of desires softly play,
Whispers of longing weave through beams,
Dancing in the light of a new day.

The heart, a wanderer in night’s embrace,
Seeks the warmth of a distant star,
In every pulse, in every trace,
The yearning calls from afar.

Through the tapestry of time’s gentle hand,
Threads of passion intricately sewn,
A flame that none can withstand,
In the garden of dreams, fully grown.

As the moon casts its silvery spell,
Upon the waves of restless seas,
The soul’s quiet desire to dwell,
In the whisper of longing’s gentle breeze.