In the quiet hours when shadows play,  

I wander through the night, where memories sway,  

Each whisper of the moon, a soft embrace,  

Yet in this dreamscape, I long for your face.  


The stars weave tales of laughter and light,  

But in their brilliance, I feel the bite,  

Of absence, a longing that pulls at my core,  

In dreams of missing you, I search for more.  


I chase the echoes of your gentle voice,  

In the silence of slumber, I have no choice,  

Each heartbeat a reminder, a tender refrain,  

In the tapestry of night, I weave my pain.  


The world spins on, yet time stands still,  

In the realm of dreams, I bend to my will,  

I reach for your hand, but it slips away,  

A fleeting illusion at the break of day.  


Yet still, I find solace in the night’s embrace,  

In the dance of the shadows, I find your trace,  

For though you are distant, in dreams you reside,  

A bittersweet comfort, my heart’s faithful guide.  


So I’ll close my eyes and let the night bloom,  

In the garden of dreams, where love finds room,  

Though waking may bring the ache of goodbye,  

In dreams of missing you, together we fly.