Underneath the moon’s gentle gleam,
Dreams take flight, a silent stream.
Whispered hopes in shadows lie,
Painting stars across the sky.
Through the night, a whisper calls,
Echoing in memory’s halls.
Dreams of old and dreams anew,
Weaving tapestries of blue.
In the quiet, hearts unfold,
Dreams like stories yet untold.
Silent wishes, softest cries,
Lifted on the breeze, they rise.
Dawn approaches, dreams must fade,
Yet their whispers gently stayed.
In the heart, they softly sing,
Until the night returns to bring.