This is such a dreamy and delicate piece! I love how the wording feels so soft and a little bittersweet, like something slipping through your fingers. The way you describe dreams as fleeting really hits. It’s one of those poems that lingers in your mind after reading, a reminder of how transient and delicate our dreams can be. Beautiful work! Thank you so much for sharing this!

In the night, where shadows weave silently,
dreams grow that live without sound.
They whisper secrets, gentle and pure,
leading us away, where we can be free.A ship of thoughts, a sea of light,
where no morning breaks the spell.
Here, the stars dance in gentle splendor,
a realm that only the soul ignites.But dreams are fleeting, like mist on the lake,
they fade in the morning, vanish like snow.
A trace of memory, a shimmer remains,
like a picture that time quietly describes.Oh, dream, as long as the darkness watches,
for dreams are the fire that warms the night.

Well I guess the contest didn’t specify a language, so technically this isn’t wrong… lol