Dream Begins To Unfurl
As moonlight filters through the slats, a dream begins to unfurl,
Through the corridors of mind, in the hush of night.
A whisper of the past, a hint of the morrow,
In the heart of the dream, there’s joy and sorrow.
The echo of a song, the shadow of a thought,
In the universe of dreams, where time is naught.
A dance of light upon the walls, a silent prayer whispered in the halls,
In the dream’s embrace, we find solace there.
In this garden of memories, where petals unfold like scrolls,
And scents like honey waft through the air.
Under the dream’s gaze, shadows loom,
Yet, in the heart of the dream, a light persists, guiding us through the gloom.
In the silence of the dream, we uncover hidden truths,
And in the heart of the dream, we find our heart’s deepest yearnings.
In this quiet space, we find our voice,
Guided by the whispers of our own heart’s choice.
As we emerge from the dream’s soft embrace, we find our way illuminated by the morning sun,
Guided by the light of a new dawn’s beginning.
For in the heart of the dream, we come to know,
The path we’re meant to go.
