Within the cradle of the night, I lay,
Where shadows dance and moonbeams play.
A realm unfolds beyond our sight,
A tapestry of dreams ignites.

The silken threads of sleep entwine,
Whispering secrets, so divine.
In slumber’s arms, we drift away,
To lands where fantasies hold sway.

Stars above, a silent choir,
Sing lullabies that never tire.
Our minds explore, our spirits soar,
Through dreamscapes vast, forevermore.

When dawn’s first light begins to gleam,
We wake and leave our cherished dream.
Yet fragments linger, soft and sweet,
In waking hours, our hearts they greet.