Echoes of Forgotten Dreams
In-between
In the realm between slumber and light,
Where dreams in whispered shadows take flight,
Echoes of forgotten dreams softly reside,
A dance of memories, where worlds coincide.
As dawn’s fingers brush the edge of night,
Dreams flutter and fade, like birds in flight,
Yet remnants linger, elusive and light,
In the corners of consciousness, out of sight.
Ethereal traces of dreamscapes unfold,
A symphony of images, stories untold,
Whispers of adventure, love’s tender gleam,
Drifting through waking hours like a silent stream.
The castle in the clouds, so grand and high,
The ocean’s embrace, where seagulls cry,
Echoes of forgotten dreams gently sway,
Guiding the spirit through the bustling day.
A lover’s touch, a long-lost face,
Moments intertwined in a soft embrace,
Fading reveries cast a spectral spell,
Affecting reality in ways hard to tell.
In the rustling leaves, in the morning’s song,
In the laughter of children as they play along,
Echoes of forgotten dreams play their part,
Weaving a tapestry of wonder in every heart.
The scent of rain on a summer’s breeze,
The sunlight filtering through verdant trees,
Dreams may slip through memory’s grasp,
But their echoes in the world forever clasp.
A painter’s stroke, a poet’s verse,
Echoes of forgotten dreams disperse,
Inspiration drawn from the slumber’s shore,
Breathing life into what was dreamt before.
So as the day unfolds its vibrant scene,
Remember the traces of what has been,
In the whispers of forgotten dreams’ embrace,
We find a glimpse of magic, a fleeting trace.
A reminder that within the misty morn,
Lies a universe where the soul is reborn,
Echoes of forgotten dreams, a gentle stream,
Guiding us through reality’s boundless dream.
In the hum of the city, in silence profound,
In every footfall, in each sight and sound,
Echoes of forgotten dreams take their place,
A subtle reminder of life’s wondrous grace.
A melody that lingers when daylight’s bright,
A fragrance that clings to the robes of night,
These remnants of dreams, though distant and faint,
Leave traces of beauty in life’s endless paint.
So let us embrace the echoes that stay,
From the dreams we release as the night fades away,
For in these ethereal traces, we find,
A bridge to the realms of the heart and the mind.
In each step we take and each breath we breathe,
In the stories we share and the goals we achieve,
Echoes of forgotten dreams intertwine,
Creating a symphony where the soul’s dreams align.
As the sun sets and the stars take the stage,
These echoes of dreams find their fullness and age,
Guiding us through the night’s tender seams,
In the realm where reality blends with our dreams.
