In My Dreams, I Am Your Dreamer

In My Dreams, I Am Your Dreamer

In the hush of midnight’s gentle call,

Where silver moonbeams softly fall,

You come to me on whispering air,

A fleeting touch, a lover’s stare.

I close my eyes, and there you stand,

A shadow formed by longing’s hand.

Your voice, a song, a lullaby,

That lifts my soul and bids me fly.

Through misted halls of time untamed,

I call your name—you do the same.

Our fingers brush, yet never meet,

A love so close, yet bittersweet.

The stars align, their golden gleam,

Shining down upon our dream.

For though by day you fade from sight,

You live within my heart at night.

I am the dreamer, lost in you,

A poet weaving worlds anew.

And you, my dream, so strong, so bright,

Are made of whispers, wind, and light.

Each night I build a realm divine,

Where lips meet lips and hands entwine.

A place where dawn can never rise,

Where love exists in endless skies.

But when the morning calls my name,

And sunlight melts the dream away,

I wake to find you far once more,

A phantom stepping through the door.

Yet though the day may steal you back,

And shadows stretch along my track,

I know that when the stars appear,

You’ll find me waiting, ever near.

For I am yours in dream’s embrace,

In velvet realms of time and space.

No distance wide, no fate untrue—

I dream of you, you dream of me too.