In the quiet embrace of midnight’s gentle arms,
Dreams arise, weaving tales in starlit charms.
Whispers of hope beneath the moon’s soft glow,
Guiding weary hearts where dreams dare to flow.

In the realm where shadows softly play,
Visions of tomorrow gently sway.
A tapestry of wishes sewn with light,
In dreams, we find wings to take our flight.

Through the corridors of night’s embrace,
Dreams paint the future with tender grace.
Each slumbering breath, a canvas anew,
Where dreams sketch paths for us to pursue.

In the hush of night, when the world is still,
Dreams whisper secrets, their magic to fulfill.
In the heart’s quiet corners, dreams reside,
A universe of wonders where our hopes abide.