I walked alone through silent halls, Shadows whispered on the walls. A figure stood, both calm and near, Her eyes were filled with falling tears. I reached to touch her trembling hand, A world unknown, I tried to understand. The red tears spoke of pain untold, Of stories broken, of hearts so bold. In that quiet, sacred space, I felt a warmth, a gentle grace. Though I awoke, my heart still knew, Some dreams are bridges between me and you.