Silent Dreams

The night falls like a soft velvet blanket.
Dreams awaken, skies shone bright,
The moon rises, calm and confident,
Bathed in soft, ethereal light.

Dreams begin their nightly routine, starting with a gentle song,
Harmonies in the darkness deep,
Thoughts throughout slumber, gentle ease
Imaginations bridge to sleep.

Dreamscapes flicker, kind and warm.
Glimpses on the gloomy field,
The darkness alters patterns.
Into stories, unconcealed.
In this symphony at night, 
Every dream is concise and clear.
In the darkness pure delight,
Dreaming is music for the ear.