In realms of slumber, where the mind takes flight,
A wondrous world of dreams, both strange and bold,
Where consciousness transcends the veils of night,
And lucid visions in our grasp unfold.

Oh, sweet lucidity, ethereal grace,
Thy touch awakens dormant depths within,
Where fantasies and realities embrace,
And possibilities know no mortal sin.

In this nocturnal realm, we are the kings,
With power to shape the fabric of our plight,
To soar on wings of whimsy as time sings,
And dance upon the canvas of the night.

In lucid dreams, imagination reigns,
A tapestry of wonder, free from chains.