In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Maybe we could talk about dreams, goals, life, or causes you fight for, or how you sleep the frustrations away—but you're a cat.
But its dreams died in the heavens, along with its leaves perishing by the wild winds, to lay asleep forever.
Still and tranquil, the night deepened.
I repose by the lullabies of the moon, tranquil, soothing like quiet rivers.