Was it real, or just a dream,
A fleeting shadow, a silken stream?
The world dissolved, as stars took flight,
And whispers danced in the velvet night.

Your touch was warm, but did it stay?
Or vanish like mist at the break of day?
Your laughter echoed, sweet and true,
A fragile thread spun from the morning dew.

We danced on clouds, kissed by the moon,
A melody that was lost too soon.
The air was thick, with love’s soft glow
But was it real? I’ll never know.

The dawn awoke, the spell untied,
The dream retreated, and my heart complied.
Yet still, I wonder, lost in thought,
Was it real, or just what dreaming wrought?