When the night unfolds its velvet cloak,
And stars become the silent guides,
We close our eyes to the tender stroke,
Of dreams where imagination abides.

In the quiet realm where shadows dance,
Our thoughts take flight on moonlit streams,
Through fields of wonder, in a trance,
We wander deep in the heart of dreams.

The lullaby of night winds softly sings,
As slumber wraps us in its gentle arms,
In the land where fantasy and memory cling,
We find solace, free from worldly harms.

As dawn approaches with its golden hue,
We wake from dreams with whispers bright,
Carrying fragments of the night anew,
Into the canvas of morning light.