#daydreaming #dream #lostinthoughts #memories
The place we always find
We meet beneath the silver trees,
Where time dissolves and hearts find ease.
Not in the waking world we tread,
But in the dreamscape in my head.
A garden carved from midnight mist,
Where every star has been kissed.
You wait for me by moonlit streams,
The keeper of my quiet dreams.
No maps can mark this sacred land,
No doors to knock, no walls to stand.
Yet every night, I find you there
A breath, a touch, a whispered prayer.
You hold me close, the world stands still,
The sky bends soft to match our will.
But morning breaks, the veil must fall
And I return to none at all.
Still, I know where you reside
Beyond the dusk, where dreams abide.