In the gentle embrace of the night,
Stars whisper secrets to the weary soul,
Guiding dreams on their ethereal flight,
Where the heart finds its quiet goal.

Moonlight dances on the edge of sleep,
Casting shadows of forgotten tales,
In this realm, where silence is deep,
The mind sails on its own veiled trails.

Clouds of thought drift softly by,
Painting visions in shades of desire,
Here, the spirit learns to fly,
Kindling the embers of a hidden fire.

As dawn approaches, dreams depart,
Leaving whispers of a night’s embrace,
Yet within the chambers of the heart,
The echoes of dreams leave their trace.