Dreams

(Verse 1)
She drifts into sleep like falling from light,
A quiet surrender to velvet-soft night.
He’s waiting again where the moon hums low,
A figure of shadows with a gentle glow.
He touches her hand and the world turns still—
A warmth so tender it bends her will.
She knows he’s a dream, yet he feels like breath…
A love born softly in the space beyond death.

(Chorus)
So she sleeps, and she sleeps, just to be with him,
In a place where the edges of heaven dim.
Where souls entwine without word or name,
Where nothing is certain but he feels the same.
Is he real—or just her heart’s quiet hymn?
She only knows the dreams keep him.

(Verse 2)
His voice is the calm she could never find,
A lullaby echo inside her mind.
He brushes her hair with a ghost’s cool grace,
And she leans into him like a sacred place.
His scent—like dusk, like libraries old—
Feels achingly safe in the way he holds.
He’s the love that exists where the waking can’t reach,
A truth too soft for the daylight to teach.

(Chorus)
So she sleeps, and she sleeps, just to be with him,
In a place where the edges of heaven dim.
Where souls entwine without word or name,
Where nothing is certain but he feels the same.
Is he real—or just her heart’s quiet hymn?
She only knows the dreams keep him.

(Bridge)
Perhaps he’s a memory from another life,
Cut from her soul with a lover’s knife.
Perhaps he’s the echo of a vow once sworn,
A promise whispered before they were born.
Sometimes she wakes with his touch on her skin…
And wonders if he slipped out—or in.

(Final Chorus)
So she sleeps, and she sleeps, for the love she can’t flee,
For the boy made of starlight who waits in the dream.
If the world never finds him, it won’t change a thing—
Her heart only beats where his presence clings.
Real or not, he’s the place she begins—
And forever,
the dreams keep him.

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