Hidden Dreams find their way

In the quiet of the night,

Whispers soft, a gentle light,

Secrets dance, shadows play,

In the silence, dreams find their way.

A child’s laughter, a mother’s sigh,

Moments fleeting, like clouds up high,

In the stillness, we take flight,

Chasing dawn, embracing light.

Through the paths we wander lost,

In our schemes, we pay the cost,

Yet in darkness, sparks will gleam,

Guiding us to hidden dreams.

Hold them close, these threads we weave,

In their warmth, we can believe,

When the world feels cold and grim,

Remember, love; the light within.