In a busy night, where the stars play hide and seek,
A little cartographer roam, breathing maps of dreams,
There’s laughter in the corners, bubbling like old soda,
And phantom footsteps, just beyond the trees.
“Where do you go?” they babel softly,
“With crayons and paper, under the light of glimmering fears.”
In circles they dance, tracing the edges of mischief,
Lost in the folds of hidden lands and bedtime tales.
Each path like a whisper, sweet as air’s breath,
Beneath the cotton candy clouds,
Oh, the sticky sound of night, a canvas painted with wishes.
They follow the moons' giggles, slipping into maps of bliss.
All the tiny wonders indexed in the heart,
Counting each star as a friend,
And the footprints? They lead to other worlds,
Do you hear them? Phantom laughs echoing back.