The Starry-Eyed Dreamer

In the heart of the night, under the moon's soft glow, Lives a child with dreams, where the starry rivers flow. This child, with eyes wide and bright, gazes at the sky so clear, In every twinkling star, they hear a story, bringing the cosmos near. "Starlight, Star bright," the child whispers with delight, "Guide me through my dreams, in the still of the night." The stars twinkle back, a silent lullaby they seem, A promise of adventure, beneath the midnight dream. Galaxies unfolding in the depths of those innocent eyes, A universe of dreams, where the sleeping child lies. In the canvas of the night, painted with a star's gleam, Lives a starry-eyed dreamer, lost in a celestial dream. The child dreams of distant galaxies, of adventures untold, Of cosmic mysteries waiting to unfold. In dreams, they travel to the stars, exploring the unknown, In the vastness of the universe, their imagination has grown. Each star, a beacon of hope, each constellation, a guide, In the starry sky, the child's dreams reside. With every falling star, a wish is made, In the heart of the night, where dreams never fade. The child, a dreamer, finds comfort in the night, In the silent whispers of the stars, in their gentle light. In the heart of the night, where dreams take flight, The child finds joy, in the star's soft light. So here's to the dreamers, who gaze at the night sky, To the starry-eyed children, whose dreams fly high. May you always find joy, in the star's soft light, And may your dreams guide you, through the still of the night.