In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep,
Dreams unfurl their wings, in the gentle realm of sleep.
Whispered secrets of the stars, a lullaby so deep,
In the silent embrace of night, our souls do gently weep.

Moonlight dances on the walls, weaving tales so sweet,
In the boundless world of dreams, where kindred spirits meet.
A symphony of silence, where every heart’s a beat,
In the tender arms of night, our dreams find their seat.

Through the stardust corridors, where fantasies are spun,
Nighttime serenades us, till the rising of the sun.
Every fleeting moment, a whisper on the run,
In the sacred hush of night, our dreams are never done.

As dawn begins to shimmer, and night prepares to leave,
Dreams dissolve like morning mist, our hearts begin to grieve.
Yet in the depths of slumber, new dreams we shall conceive,
For in the realm of sleep and dreams, we are forever free.