Whispers of the Dreamer
In the realm of slumber’s flight,
Where darkness paints the canvas bright,
A wondrous world of mystic streams,
A tapestry woven of fleeting dreams.
In dreams, we wander far and wide,
Across the vast and starry tide,
Through gates of ivory and horn,
A glimpse of worlds yet to be born.
The dreamscape whispers tales untold,
Of passions fierce and hearts consoled,
Where broken souls find solace deep,
And weary minds find peaceful sleep.
In dreams, we soar on wings of light,
To touch the heavens, pure and bright,
To dance among the stars above,
In a celestial ballet of boundless love.
Yet, dreams can also bear the weight,
Of fears and doubts that lie in wait,
A mirror to our deepest strife,
Revealing fragments of our life.
In tears that fall like gentle rain,
Through joy and sorrow, loss and gain,
Our dreams reflect the human plight,
A fragile dance between dark and light.
But let us cherish these visions grand,
For in dreams, we learn to understand,
The essence of our very core,
The hopes we hold, the fears we store.
So, when the morning sun does rise,
And dreams dissolve before our eyes,
Remember still, their magic’s gleam,
A bittersweet, eternal stream.
For dreams, they are the seeds we sow,
The embers of our inner glow,
Through every rise and every fall,
They guide us, beckon, and enthrall.
By: Vyomi Shah
