Echoes of Dreams

Soft echoes roam,
Fears meet at dawn,
In a dream’s chosen frame,
Hope’s glow, like a warm fawn.

Oft, serene, we chase,
A thread of light gleams,
Daring to embrace
The whispers of dreams.

Minds drift and flow,
Each thought like a stream;
In shadows, we sow
The seeds of our dreams.

Let go of your woes,
Find peace in the night,
For in dreams, we grow,
And everything feels right.