Sleepwalker’s Dream

Sleepwalker’s Dream

Tiptoe past the midnight hour,
Through fields of mist and moonlight flower.
The world is still, the sky is deep,
A gentle pull that leads to sleep.

No more weight, no need to try,
Just close your eyes and touch the sky...

In a sleepwalker’s dream, we fly so high,
Over mountains made of lullaby.
Every thought becomes a stream,
Flowing soft through starlit gleam.
Leave the noise, release the seam—
Step into your sleepwalker’s dream.

Shadows turn to colored light,
Fear dissolves in velvet night.
Even silence starts to sing,
In the heart of everything.

Let the wind unwind your name,
You’ll never come back quite the same...

In a sleepwalker’s dream, we fly so high,
Over mountains made of lullaby.
Every thought becomes a stream,
Flowing soft through starlit gleam.
Leave the noise, release the seam—
Step into your sleepwalker’s dream.

If you wake before it ends,
The dream will wait around the bend.
It lives in you, it always knows—
The way your quiet spirit glows.

In a sleepwalker’s dream, just let it go,
Drift where only dreamers know.
Time will bend and stars will gleam—
Inside your sleepwalker’s dream.
So sleep, and trust the seam…
You are the dream. ✨