She whispered secrets to the wind, tales of wonder painted in shades of gray. They danced,
echoing softly in the spaces between thought, where clouds wore hats of cotton candy.
Wasn't the sky a flickering blanket of dreams?
Beneath the stars, shadows whispered threats of laughter ceased too soon, and the moon peeked
with eyes as wide as oceans.
echoes of the night - dandelions in shadows