The Secret Lives of Dreams

In the quiet cradle of the night,
When the world wraps itself in soft twilight,
A gathering stirs, a whispered call,
Where shadows and colors unite, enthralled.
Here, in the realms where the waking fade,
The secret lives of dreams are laid.

Elysia, a dancer in shimmering gold,
Spins through the cosmos, her story unfolds.
With each pirouette, she seeks to embrace,
The freedom of motion, the thrill of the chase.
Yet, beneath her grace lies a hidden plight,
A fear of stillness that steals her light.

Next, Bram, a knight clad in tarnished steel,
Rides through the valleys where memories conceal.
He battles his shadows, the echoes of doubt,
In search of a valor he’s long gone without.
His sword, a reflection of courage he yearns,
Yet each clash reveals how his spirit still burns.

Then enters Luna, with eyes like the moon,
She whispers of wishes that spark and attune.
In the soft glow of night, she weaves silver threads,
Connecting the hopes that the daylight dreads.
But her laughter hides tears of unspoken dreams,
A longing for solace that silently screams.

Elysia, Bram, and Luna entwine,
In a tapestry spun of ethereal design.
Each story they tell, a glimpse of the soul,
In this sanctuary where secrets unfold.
They dance in the twilight, weaving through fears,
Creating a symphony of unvoiced years.

From corners of sorrow, to heights of delight,
The dreams gather round, igniting the night.
A playful Jester leaps, full of jest,
He tickles the mind, a comedic quest.
Yet behind his mirth lies a lingering ache,
The burden of laughter that’s hard to forsake.

A Seeker, with maps drawn from stars in the dark,
Charts paths to the treasures that linger and spark.
Yet deep in his heart, a worry takes root,
That the journey’s the prize, and the end is the fruit.
He fears the stillness that follows the quest,
And in the pursuit, forgets to find rest.

As the clock ticks gently towards dawn’s embrace,
The dreams share their truths in this timeless space.
Each desire laid bare, each fear cast away,
Unraveling threads of the light and the gray.
For in these exchanges, the dreamers reveal,
The tapestry woven of heartache and zeal.

When the morning whispers and the dreams fade away,
The dreamers awake, yet still feel the sway.
Of Elysia’s grace, of Bram’s steadfast fight,
Of Luna’s soft glow in the pale morning light.
They carry the whispers of dreams intertwined,
The connection that binds the conscious and blind.

So remember this gathering as shadows take flight,
The secret lives of dreams in the stillness of night.
For within every vision, each hidden delight,
Lies a mirror reflecting the depths of your plight.
Embrace the adventure, the fear, and the spark,
For the secrets of dreams dwell in the dark.

- Khushi Kaul