Beneath the velvet sky, where silence reigns,
The world slips softly into a gentle rest.
Stars weave their tales in shimmering chains,
As dreams awaken in the heart’s quiet quest.

The moonlight dances on the window pane,
Casting shadows that cradle the weary mind.
In the realms of slumber, worries wane,
Leaving echoes of peace, so tender and kind.

Visions unfold in the theater of sleep,
Where fantasies and memories entwine.
In this sacred place, secrets we keep,
As time unravels, and stars align.

Awakened by dawn’s gentle embrace,
Dreams retreat to their mystical streams.
Yet the whispers of night leave a trace,
Of the beauty found in twilight’s dreams.