Dreamers at Dawn

In the hush of pre-dawn light, where whispers birth the day,
We, the dreamers, stir beneath the cloak of night’s soft sway.
Eyes closed, yet minds afloat, on voyages unseen,
Charting courses through the stars, to where we’ve never been.

Our dreams, like vessels, brave the dark expanse above,
Sailing on the silent seas, pushed by winds of love.
Each heartbeat a lighthouse, guiding through the gloom,
Illuminating paths where flowers of hope can bloom.

As dawn breaks, painting skies in shades of fire and gold,
Our dream-born ships anchor in the harbors of our soul.
Awakening to the world, with remnants of night’s embrace,
Carrying within us the quiet strength of space.

We rise, not as beings bound by earth or fleeting time,
But as dreamers, eternal, in life’s grand, unfolding rhyme.
For in each dawn, there’s a promise, a renewal of our creed,
To sail beyond the horizon, where dreams and daylight meet.