In the quiet corner of my mind,
she dances,
a flicker of light,
the girl of the dream
Her laughter is soft,
like whispers of wind,
carrying secrets,
each one a gentle touch
Her eyes,
windows to the stars,
sparkling with stories
of worlds yet to be told
She spins,
and stars catch in her hair,
the night holds its breath,
waiting for the morning
In this space,
time stands still,
and just for a moment,
dreams feel so real