Where Dreams Learn to Fly

 

When moonlight spills on silent floors,
And midnight taps on hidden doors,
A thousand dreams begin to wake
Across the skies of silver lake.

The stars become bright lantern lights,
Guiding wishes through the nights,
While clouds drift softly, calm and slow,
Like floating ships in heaven’s glow.

Imagination paints the air
With castles rising everywhere,
With dragons made of mist and flame,
And forests whispering your name.

A child may sail on paper seas,
Or talk with birds among the trees,
For in the land where dreamers roam,
The heart will always find a home.

So close your eyes and you may see
Worlds untouched by gravity,
Where every hope, both wild and far,
Can shine brighter than any star.

And though the morning ends the night,
Dreams still leave their golden light,
Reminding every soul that schemes:
The future first begins in dreams.