Moonlight drapes upon my dream world in colours galore,
where shadows dance and flicker,
gently touched by a whisper of silver.
Every colour represents a memory,
a passing idea, or the soft pulsation
of the night's quietude.

Time unravels,
moments elongate like the horizon,
and the stars above tell tales in the vastness,
In the silence, their light spilled secrets.
With every petal representing a wish,
I stroll through fields of lavender dreams.

I...