In the hush of twilight's gleaming light,
Where dreams take flight, and shadows wane,
There lies a land of whispers, unseen,
Where dust of dreams doth softly reign.

Gilded particles of forgotten hopes,
Drift through the veil of time and space,
A dance eternal, in realms untamed,
In the embrace of night's gentle grace.

Each mote a story, a fleeting glance,
Of lives once lived, of love and pain,
In the dust of dreams, we find ourselves,
Reflected in moments lost again.

So let us walk through this dusty realm,
And breathe in the tales of those unseen,
For in the whispers of the fading light,
We find the essence of what might have been.

In the dust of dreams, we find our truth,
In quiet reflection, our souls do gleam,
For here, in this shimmering, ethereal land,
We are forever bound to the dust of dreams.