In the cradle of the night’s gentle embrace,
Whispers of dreams begin to lace,
Stars twinkle softly, guiding the way,
To lands where imagination holds sway.

Silken threads of fantasy gently weave,
Stories untold in the minds that believe,
A journey through realms both near and far,
Chasing the glow of a distant star.

In the hush of sleep’s tender fold,
Mysteries and wonders silently unfold,
A dance of shadows, serene and deep,
Where secrets of the heart are safe to keep.

Awake, yet yearning for the night’s return,
For dreams that flicker and silently burn,
In the soft cocoon of slumber’s grace,
Resting in the night’s warm embrace.