In the quiet night, where silence lies,
Dreams take flight, beneath the skies.
They whisper secrets, soft and low,
Of places where our hearts can grow.

Through endless fields of golden light,
To realms unseen by day or night.
Our dreams, they weave a tapestry,
Of what could be, and what might be.

With every breath, they softly call,
A world where we can have it all.
They guide us through the darkest hours,
To lands where bloom the rarest flowers.

So hold them close, these dreams so dear,
For in their light, we’ll find no fear.
They are the stars that light our way,
To a brighter, bolder, better day.