In the hush of night's embrace,
Where moonlight weaves its silver lace,
I lay upon a bed of silk,
Where dreams unfurl like whispered ilk.
The sheets, a soft and liquid stream,
Caress my skin, a sensuous theme,
And as I drift into slumber's hold,
Visions dance in threads of gold.
Stars above, like sequins sewn,
Illuminate the dreams I've known,
Where galaxies hum their lullabies,
And constellations paint the skies.
Oh, to rest in this silken cocoon,
Where reveries bloom and softly swoon,
To cradle wishes, hopes, and sighs,
In the tender folds where dreams arise.
So let me linger in this satin sea,
Where sleep and fantasy intertwine,
And may my heart, like silk, unfold,
In the quietude of dreams divine.
