In the quiet corners of the night,
Where dreams and shadows intertwine,
His voice whispers softly, a gentle light,
Guiding my heart through the endless time.

He stands upon the edge of dawn,
A figure wrapped in golden hue,
In his eyes, the stories drawn,
Of worlds unseen, of skies so blue.

The echoes of his laughter sing,
Through fields where wildflowers bloom,
A melody the winds gently bring,
Dispelling the lingering gloom.

In every star that graces the sky,
His presence felt in silver beams,
A guardian spirit forever nigh,
In the tapestry of my dreams.