In the quiet dusk of my mind,  
I find you,  
floating like a feather,  
whispering secrets to the stars,  
waiting in my dreams.  

Each night,  
I dive into the ocean of slumber,  
where shadows play,  
and time folds like origami,  
the past and future collapsing into now.  

In this realm,  
I’m unshackled,  
drifting through the corridors of memory,  
the scent of your laughter,  
a melody that lingers in the twilight.  

I reach for you,  
but the distance is a mirage,  
a wisp of smoke slipping through my fingers,  
and I am left,  
waiting in my dreams.  

The horizon paints itself with the colors of longing,  
each dawn a gentle reminder,  
that the world outside,  
with its harsh clutches and bright glare,  
cannot hold the softness we share.  

So I will return,  
again and again,  
to the sanctuary of night,  
where time suspends its relentless grasp,  
and I can find you,  
waiting in my dreams.