In the quiet of night, dreams weave a tapestry of desires,

A series of images, emotions, sensations and

A vivid realm where the heart roams free,

And we walk hand in hand, indulging in moments

Of warm smiles and laughter that echoes through the void.Yet, dawn's light brings a harsh return to reality,

Where you pass by, oblivious,

Casting not even a fleeting glance my way.

Once, as a child, I dreaded the night's embrace,

But now, it's the sanctuary of my deepest yearnings.In sleep's gentle hold, I cling to the "what ifs,"

To a mirage of us, bathed in moonlight and possibility.

Awake, the world sharpens and cruel in its clarity,

Where dreams of us fade into the ether,

Leaving behind a heart yearning for the unreachable.Still, I find solace in the night's tender cradle,

Where dreams are the keepers of my unspoken truths.

For in the realm of sleep, I hold onto a sliver of hope,

A fragile thread connecting me to the echo of us.But as each day unfolds, reality whispers a relentless tide,

Washing away the footprints of our nocturnal dance.

And so, I learn to live in the spaces between,

Where dreams are the only place we exist,

Forever a phantom embrace, a whisper in the wind.