If I could speak, I would tell you
about the dreams of comets and
soft lullabies of gentle meteor showers.
Silence holds many secrets, you see.
I reached a planet of candy buttercups
where the grass sang in hums,
soft as a kitten's purr.
There was a rainbow, but it wasn't in the sky.
We are always here, sparkling and
listening. So, little voyager,
what stories do you weave
in your tiny pockets of golden silence?
Remember the moon once ate
a spoonful of stardust and
giggled like bubbles in soda.
How curious that dark space shines.