Dreams
At night the stars begin to sing,
Soft lullabies the breezes bring,
A silver moon lights secret streams,
And carries hearts into their dreams.
The clouds become a velvet bed,
With whispered tales of love once said,
Each moment glows with gentle gleams,
As souls take flight inside their dreams.
Through endless skies we drift away,
To lands where night dissolves the day,
A place where nothing’s as it seems,
Yet everything is made of dreams.