Whispers of a Dream

In the hush of night when stars arise,
A dream is born beneath the skies.
It floats on winds, so soft, so high,
A whispered wish that dares to fly.

Through tangled paths and shadows deep,
It stirs the soul that once did sleep.
A flicker first, then steady flame,
It calls the heart and speaks your name.

Though storms may howl and roads may bend,
Let not your hope come to an end.
For every dawn that breaks anew,
Holds light enough to carry you.

So dream, dear soul, with open eyes,
Let courage be your wings to rise.
And when the world feels dark and wide,
Your dream will walk right by your side.