The Ripple Dream

In the vast and silent cradle of the universe,
where starlight scatters like forgotten tears,
a lullaby weaves through the ether,
tender and hushed, woven of twilight's sighs.

Beneath the shroud of dream's gentle hold,
a ripple stirs the shadowed sea of the mind,
carrying echoes of a distant dawn,
of whispered promises and elusive moons.

Once, a voice sang to the sleeping world,
a serenade of silken stars and velvet winds,
where dreams, like doves, took flight,
over the hills of slumber's silent embrace.