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 of tomorrow, a glimpse of the whole.

For life is a journey, uncertain, unseen,

And dream is the compass where hope has been.

It leads the heart though roads are unknown,

It whispers, “You’re never walking alone.”

So treasure the dream, both fleeting and vast,

It builds the future, it heals the past.

A dream is the seed, the river, the stream,

Life is the journey—

and love is the dream.