Echoes of Ancient Dreams

Beneath the moon's soft silver beams,
Where shadows whisper ancient lore,
In the echoes of ancient dreams,
We wander paths we've tread before.

Time weaves a tapestry of night,
With threads of sorrow, joy entwined,
In realms where shadows take their flight,
And lost souls seek what they may find.

The stars, they guide us through the haze,
Their light, a beacon from the past,
In dreams where memories ablaze,
Unveil truths that we hold fast.

Mountains rise and rivers flow,
Through landscapes wild and ever green,
In dreams where ancient currents know,
The journey yet remains unseen.

Beneath the moon's soft silver beams,
In echoes of a time gone by,
We traverse the ancient dreams,
Our spirits soar and reach the sky.