Whispers of the Dream

Whispers of the Dream

When the night begins to glow,
And the wind moves soft and slow,
I close my eyes and start to fall,
Into a place beyond it all.

Where the sky forgets the ground,
And only silence makes a sound…

I hear the whispers of the dream,
Flowing through a silver stream.
Telling me I still can fly,
Even when I don’t know why.
Hearts may break, but stars still gleam—
Inside the whispers of the dream.

Every shadow starts to bend,
Every scar begins to mend.
The world I lost, I find again,
In dreamlight falling like soft rain.

Let the fear just float away,
Night will guide the lost to stay…

I hear the whispers of the dream,
Flowing through a silver stream.
Telling me I still can fly,
Even when I don’t know why.
Hearts may break, but stars still gleam—
Inside the whispers of the dream.

And when the morning takes the sky,
I won’t let the magic die.
I’ll keep it hidden in my soul,
A quiet light that keeps me whole…

I hear the whispers of the dream,
Like a soft and sacred theme.
Every night, they call me home—
To places only dreamers roam.
Where I am more than what I seem—
Held in the whispers of the dream. 🌌