Beneath the whispers of the midnight sky,
Dreams weave tapestries of light,
In slumber’s embrace, our spirits fly,
Through realms untouched by morning’s sight.

Stars twinkle with a secret’s grace,
Guiding hearts to lands unknown,
In dreams, we find our sacred space,
Where seeds of hope are gently sown.

Shadows dance with moonlit beams,
Crafting tales of yesterday,
In dreams, we chase elusive dreams,
And find our truths in twilight’s sway.

Morning breaks with golden hues,
Yet dreams remain, a hidden plea,
To chase the skies, to break the blues,
And live the dreams that set us free.