In the quiet of the night, beneath a silver moon,
Dreams weave their tapestry, a gentle, whispered tune.
Stars like distant lanterns, guide the soul’s flight,
Through realms of wonder, dancing in the light.

Soft clouds cradle visions, tender and bright,
Carried on breezes, through the endless night.
Echoes of laughter, from a world unseen,
Paint the skies with colors, in a dreamer’s scene.

Hopes take form, in shadows and in gleams,
Building castles in the air, on the streams of dreams.
Hearts find solace, in the gentle embrace,
Of the night’s promise, in time and space.

As dawn approaches, the dreams softly fade,
Leaving whispers of magic, that daylight can’t invade.
Yet in the heart, the dreams quietly stay,
Fueling the spirit, guiding each day.