In the quiet cradle of night,
Where shadows weave their whispers,
Dream, a fragile thread of silver,
Dances between realms unseen.
Fleeting visions, stars collide,
Ephemeral echoes of longing sigh,
A tapestry spun in cosmic gold,
Carried on the wings of a lullaby.
In the heart of slumbering woods,
Where the moonlight casts its glow,
Unraveled fantasies take flight,
As time slips softly, sweet and slow.
Veils of hope and distant light,
Collide in a symphony of sight,
Oh, to wander in the glades of mind,
To chase the shadows, leave behind.
Awake, yet lost in reverie,
In the realm where dreams unfold,
Embrace the magic, let it be,
For in each dream, the world is told.
M.A.D. Works 