In the quiet corners where dreams reside,
Imagination takes its gentle flight,
Beyond the realms where reality hides,
Into the canvas of the night.

Colors unseen by the waking world,
Dance upon the winds of thought,
Stories and visions in spirals unfurled,
By the dreamer’s hand are wrought.

Whispers of worlds yet to be known,
Echo in the chambers of the soul,
With every breath, a seed is sown,
As the mind’s eye makes us whole.

Through the boundless ocean of the mind,
We sail on ships of hope and wonder,
Leaving the weight of the world behind,
To realms where dreams and stars are plundered.