Threads of Dreams

In the quiet hush of night’s embrace,
A tapestry of whispers starts to trace,
Threads of hopes in a colorless seam,
We wander through the fabric of our dreams.

Stars ignite in the velvet sky,
Each a beacon where wishes fly,
Floating on clouds, we dance and twirl,
In realms where time begins to unfurl.

Mountains of possibility rise so high,
Rivers of wonder weaving by,
In this sacred space, where hearts can gleam,
We find our courage, we dream our dream.

Fears take flight on wings of light,
Shadows retreat from the dawn’s first sight,
For in every heartbeat, every gleam,
Lies the magic woven in the threads of dreams.

So chase the stars, let your spirit soar,
For in the land of dreams, we’re never poor,
With every vision, every silent scream,
We carve our stories, we dare to dream.