Dream
In the stillness of night when the world lies asleep, Dream drifts in silence, vast and deep. A tapestry woven of shadow and light, A lantern of hope in the corridors of night. It whispers of places we’ve never known, Of seeds of wonder we’ve quietly sown. Mountains of crystal, oceans of flame, Worlds without borders, untouched by name. Dream bends the rules that waking life keeps, It lifts the spirit, it softens grief. It takes broken pieces and paints them anew, With colors so endless, with skies ever blue. We fly without wings, we dance without sound, We speak to the stars, though none are around. We meet the lost faces of love from the past, And hold them in moments too fragile to last. Dream teaches courage when fear takes its hold, It turns the timid into the bold. It carries the weary through deserts of pain, And promises gently that joy will remain. Yet fragile it is, like morning mist, Fading when daylight’s fingers insist. But still it lingers, a spark in the soul, A map...