In the quiet embrace of midnight’s gaze,
Dreams weave tales of forgotten days.
Through shadowed paths and starlit streams,
We wander realms of endless dreams.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful eye,
Fantasies soar, as spirits fly.
Unseen worlds in slumber’s clasp,
Where hopes and fears in silence grasp.

Each whisper soft, a secret told,
In dreams, the heart is brave and bold.
Through veils of night, we seek the light,
In dreams, all things are born anew.

When morning breaks and dreams retreat,
The echoes stay, bittersweet.
Yet in our hearts, their magic stays,
Guiding us through waking days.