Dreams' Thrones

In the tapestry of dreams, where moonbeams play,

I sculpt a kingdom from the whispers of the day.

With the ink of stars and the quill of night,

I weave verses that dance in the soft twilight.

In the garden of musings, where thoughts bloom,

A kingdom of serenity, a poet's room.

Each syllable a jewel, each line a cascade,

In the elegance of language, my realm is laid.