Dreamcatcher of Echoes

Through a veil woven in the twilight,
whispers curl like smoke in the moonlit room.
The seashells sing ancient lullabies,
their voices tethered to the stars above.

Listen closely, for the echo speaks
of dreams untold, spinning in the webs
of silver strands, catching fragments of light
and shadows alike.

A voice calls from the horizon's line,
where the ocean meets the sky in a timeless dance.
The dreamcatcher hangs there, silent and wise,
cradling the secrets of a thousand night skies.