The ballad of twilight’s embrace

In the realm where the vigilant eye dims,
A land untouched by solar whims,
A kingdom of dreams, at the horizon’s rims,
Where the grip of reality gently unbrims.

Upon night’s canvas, our tired heads descend,
As the tangible world begins to bend,
Into Morpheus’ realm, our spirits wend,
In the ballad of twilight’s embrace, we blend.

Stars whisper tales in the sable sky,
Leading us to dreamscape’s lullaby,
Through sleep’s threshold, our souls fly,
Exploring realms where only dreamers lie.

The moon keeps watch, a silent knight,
As we plunge into the well of night,
Each dream, a secret nocturnal rite,
In the ballad of twilight’s embrace, we ignite.

Night’s tapestry woven with dreams so grand,
A ballet of shadows on sleep’s soft sand,
With each gentle breath, in slumber’s hand,
We yield to the call of dreamland.

In sleep’s cradle, worries find release,
In dreams, we unlock doors to inner peace,
The waking world, for a time, does cease,
In the ballad of twilight’s embrace, we find solace.

As dawn peels away the veil of night,
The realm of dreams in morning’s light does smite,
Yet imprints of dreams in our minds alight,
In the ballad of twilight’s embrace, we recite.