Whispers of the Night

In the heart of night, where shadows play,
Whispers weave through the Milky Way.
Stars aglow, like diamonds rare,
Painting dreams in the midnight air.

Moonbeams dance on silent streams,
Reflections shimmer in silver gleams.
A symphony of silence, a cosmic ballet,
In the realm where dreams hold sway.

Each constellation, a tale untold,
Secrets whispered, ancient and old.
The universe, a canvas vast,
Where memories linger, shadows cast.

In this celestial expanse, we find,
A sanctuary for the wandering mind.
Lost in the beauty, the endless deep,
Where even the darkest secrets sleep.

So let us linger in this timeless space,
Embraced by the night's gentle grace.
For in its depths, we find our light,
Guiding us through the endless night.

In the garden of dreams, where fantasies bloom,
Petals unfurl in the softest of gloom.
Butterflies flit in a delicate trance,
As whispers of magic in the moonlight dance.

Each dewdrop a pearl, each breeze a sigh,
As night unfolds beneath the starry sky.
Echoes of laughter from forgotten days,
Mingle with sighs in mysterious ways.

Through tangled vines and moonlit glades,
Wander the souls of the dreamers' parades.
Lost in the maze of their own desires,
Their hearts alight with celestial fires.

In this realm of enchantment, time stands still,
A sanctuary where dreams fulfill.
Where the weight of the world fades away,
And only the echoes of wishes hold sway.

So let us wander, you and I,
Beneath the canopy of the midnight sky.
In this realm of dreams, where we are free,
To be whoever we wish to be.