DREAMS

In realms untouched by morning's light, where stars of wonder hold the night,

Unfettered thoughts begin to roam, in this realm we call a dream, our home.

Unseen landscapes sculpted in the mind, where secrets dwell, and tales unwind,

Where time and space in silence blend, in the dream, where beginnings have no end.

Dreams, oh dreams, both false and true, painted in a palette of every hue,

Glowing in the dimmed moon's beam, within the depths of our nightly dream.

Cities rise and mountains fall, in whispered tales that shadows scrawl,

While dreams, like gossamer threads are spun, in a world beneath the sleeping sun.

Dreams that dance in the mind's sweet theater, the unseen realm's lone curator,

Where nothing's as it truly seems, in the endless river of dreams.

Chasing hopes or fleeing fears, we laugh, we cry, we shed our tears,

In the dream, where reality, it seems, is just a puppet on the strings of dreams.

Dreams, the mirror of the soul, where deepest desires play their role,

They hold the power to create, to destroy, to love, to hate.

Some dreams are like a morning dew, disappearing with the dawn's first hue,

While some, like stars, forever gleam, becoming more than just a dream.

In this vast universe of the mind, dreams of every kind we find,

From the simplest to the extreme, oh what a world is this dream!

Dream, oh dream, in thee we dive, it's where we're most profoundly alive,

Asleep, yet awake, in the dream's mystic realm, with imagination at the helm.

So let us sail on dreams tonight, guided by the moon's soft light,

In dreams where realities intertwine, in dreams, where your world is mine.