City of My Dreams

It moves like a scent of hidden flowers,
Soft as a secret no one knows,
Whispers through forgotten hours of things we never chose.
I don't say it out loud, but I feel it somehow.
There's a city beyond my sleep,
Where the night runs silver and deep,
Where the streets are made of light,
And the dark feels warm, not frightening.
And I follow you there again, through the silence,
Through the end, in a world that was never real,