In twilight's hush, where shadows weave,
A veil of dreams the night does leave.
Soft whispers float on moonlit streams,
Where reality fades, and silence teems.
Stars like lanterns in the velvet sky,
Guide weary souls where dreams can fly.
Through realms unknown, on wings of thought,
In a world where wishes are quietly wrought.
Hopes, like tendrils, twist and curl,
In a slumbering mind, an inner world.
Here, time’s tether is gently loosed,
And spirits drift, unfettered, loosed.
The past and future softly blend,
In this mystic space, where rules bend.
Lost loves whisper their tender sighs,
While forgotten friends gaze with timeless eyes.
In this sacred place, fear does flee,
And courage blooms like an ancient tree.
Here, hearts unburdened, souls are free,
To dream, to dance, to simply be.
But dawn's light creeps with subtle grace,
To chase away this liminal space.
Yet, the veil of dreams leaves its trace,
A hint of magic in each day’s face.
For in each waking breath, we find,
Echoes of the dreams entwined.
A reminder that within us gleams,
The timeless beauty of the veil of dreams.
