The Flight of Dreams

In the garden of stars, where the night is a canvas,

where dreams soar, in a helpless flight.

A poem is born, weaving verses in the air,

tales and fantasies, in this unparalleled world.

The stars twinkle, like beacons in the sky,

guiding our souls on a longed-for journey,

and in that secret corner, where time is eternal,

our longings unfold, like golden petals.

A whisper of chimeras glides through the wind,

the leaves of the dancing trees sway,

mysteries and secrets in every corner are hidden,

while the heart beats, a rhythm that never ceases.

The fairies dance among the flowers of the night,

their laughter is sparkles, their magic a soft embrace,

and in the reflection of a starry river, desires are awakened,

a journey to the ends of the universe, without having to move.

On the canvas of the moon, we paint golden stories,

brave heroes and dream princesses,

with each word we weave unexplored worlds,

a cosmos of imagination, where every dream is our own.

The sighs of the breeze, the melodies of the night,

accompany our lyrics, like a silent chorus,

and while the firmament is tinged with colors,

our poem grows, in a captivating and beautiful flow.

The night advances and the poem reaches its peak,

in the garden of stars, the soul unfolds,

each verse is a whisper of life at its peak,

a hymn to creation, a dance that never denies itself.

Thus in this garden of dreams and constellations,

where words take shape and life,

we weave the fabric of our emotions,

in a long poem, in this shared night.

And when the sun peeks over the horizon,

the garden of stars will fade,

but the poem will linger in the soul and in the mind,

a treasure of words that the night knew how to deliver.