Dreams Untold

Within the silent chambers of the night,
Where whispers of the heart do softly tread,
Lies a realm where dreams take wistful flight,
Embarking on journeys, untold and unsaid.

These dreams, like rivers, meander and weave,
Through landscapes of longing, touch, and reprieve.
In their depths, our quiet hopes convene,
In the embrace of the night, unseen.

Yet, as dawn's fingers the horizon grace,
These dreams untold, in the sunlight, efface.
But within us, their essence forever resides,
Guiding us gently, as an unseen guide.

So here's to the dreams that we harbor within,
To the silent yearnings, beneath our skin.
May we cherish them, let them not go untold,
For in dreams, as in life, our stories unfold.