Once upon a nighttime sky,
there was a moon made of cheese.
But not the stinky kind—
more like glowing, gentle brie.

Shadows dance like silly friends,
playing peekaboo with the stars.
Sometimes, the wind carries whispers
from places only dreams can see.

Have you ever touched the moon,
with fingers that slip through
echoes of forgotten songs?
That’s where the fractured bits hide.

Listen to the stars laugh
Meet the sky shadows
Twinkle with twilight