In the quiet of the night, dreams take flight,
Whispers of hopes, in the moon’s gentle light.
They weave through stars, in a dance so bright,
Painting visions of tomorrow, pure and white.

Dreams are the threads of our deepest desires,
Burning within, like eternal fires.
They guide us through, when the heart tires,
Lifting spirits, as the soul aspires.

In the realm of sleep, where reality bends,
Dreams become the companions, the closest friends.
They mend the wounds, the heart defends,
Offering solace, until the night ends.

Embrace the dreams, let them unfurl,
For they hold the secrets, of another world.
In their embrace, let your spirit be whirled,
For dreams are the treasures, unfurled and pearled.