In the quiet cradle of the moon’s embrace,
We drift into realms where reality fades,
Echoes of the day quietly erased,
As we wander through the night’s charades.

Eyes close softly to the twilight’s song,
A symphony of stars serenades the mind,
In dreams where we eternally belong,
Leaving the waking world behind.

Shadows dance in the corners of our sleep,
Whispers of the past and future meet,
A tapestry of thoughts, both shallow and deep,
In this quiet world, the heart finds retreat.

As dawn’s light begins to softly creep,
Dreams dissolve like mist in the morning sun,
We wake, holding fragments we long to keep,
Until night falls and the journey is begun.