In the quiet corners of the night,
Dreams unfurl their tender wings,
Whispering tales of distant stars,
Of mountains high and untraveled paths.

Ambitions rise like morning sun,
Casting shadows long and deep,
With every heartbeat, every breath,
The promises of what might be.

Through storms and gentle rains alike,
They guide our hearts with unyielding light,
A tapestry of hope and desire,
Woven with threads of fire and grace.

So let us chase these fleeting dreams,
With courage bold and spirits free,
For in their chase, we find our truth,
And in their grasp, eternity.