Painted in Dreams

Painted in Dreams

There’s a place where silence sings,
Carried soft on moonlit wings.
Where time forgets to chase the day,
And thoughts like feathers float away.

Close your eyes, don’t say a word—
The stars will speak, though never heard.

We are painted in dreams, made of light,
Drifting slow through silver night.
Every tear, a shining stream,
Washing into some new dream.
No wrong, no rules, no need to scream—
We are painted in dreams.

Footsteps vanish, skies unfold,
Oceans shimmer, dark and gold.
Here the soul forgets to ache,
And even sorrow learns to break.

Don’t be afraid to fall asleep—
The dreams you lose are yours to keep.

We are painted in dreams, soft and wide,
Drawn in colors we hide inside.
Every fear, a passing gleam,
Every hope—a waking beam.
So let go, float down the stream…
We are painted in dreams.

Let the stars erase the noise,
Let the dark return your voice.
And if you wake before it’s done—
You’ll rise with light from what you’ve won.

We are painted in dreams, always new,
Made of dusk and morning dew.
Even when the world may seem
Too sharp, too loud, too lost, too mean—
Just close your eyes, and you will see…
We are painted in dreams. 🌌