In the quiet of the night, dreams take flight,
Whispering secrets of the heart’s delight,
They dance on the edge of sleep’s soft embrace,
Painting the mind with colors and grace.

Under the canopy of stars so bright,
Dreams weave tales in the silent night,
They speak of hopes and fears untold,
In their gentle grasp, the soul they hold.

Through the labyrinth of time they roam,
Seeking a place they can call home,
In dreams, we find our truest selves,
Hidden treasures on forgotten shelves.

When dawn breaks and the dreams depart,
They leave an imprint on the heart,
A reminder of the night’s sweet song,
That dreams within us all belong.