Alone I sit beneath the silver sky,
Where whispers of the stars drift gently by.
A dream unfolds, soft as morning light,
Guiding my heart through the quiet night.
No voices stir, no footsteps near,
Just the gentle hum only I can hear.
It dances freely, wild and true,
A world of wonder made for two—me and you.
I chase it through the meadows of my mind,
Through rivers of thought, leaving doubt behind.
Though the world may sleep, I cannot rest,
For this dream within me beats in my chest.
Alone, yet never lonely here,
For my dream is a friend I hold near.
And in its glow, I find my way,
Till night turns soft and greets the day.
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