Whisper Dream

Something whispered

My ears heard something

In the twilight's hushed embrace,

Where stars ignite and shadows trace,

A whispered dream, a secret sigh,

Unveils a world where hopes can fly.

Through realms of ink and words unseen,

A poet's heart, a boundless dream,

In verse and rhyme, emotions flow,

Painting pictures, letting feelings show.

Like gentle rain on parched earth's skin,

Each syllable, a drop within,

Nurturing the seeds of thoughts untold,

Blossoming tales, vibrant and bold.

The moonlight weaves its silver thread,

Guiding pens where muses tread,

With every line, a piece of soul,

A tapestry of stories whole.

From whispered echoes of ancient lore,

To the present, knocking at the door,

Through verses woven, time unfolds,

The past and future gently hold.

In rhythm's dance, a heartbeat's sway,

The poet's muse begins to play,

Through whispered dreams and soulful art,

They touch the core of every heart.

So let us cherish the poet's gift,

Their words, a balm, our spirits lift,

For in their verses, we find our own,

A connection to the unknown.

In whispered dreams, we come alive,

Through the poet's gaze, we learn to thrive,

For in the realm of words profound,

Our souls and dreams forever bound.