Once in a lavender fog,
tiny jellyfish danced through the galaxy,
with candy-floss dreams caught in their tendrils.
Would you ride a starship made of whispers?
Balloons fell from the moon,
each painting an echo of laughter.
Where do clouds go when they sleep?
They drift among mischievous shadows.
Do you hear the wind asking questions?
It sighs in minty tones,
spilling stories like marbles upon the grass.
Do you see the owls wearing spectacles?
Gazing through forgotten pages,
while the leaves unfold secrets of twilight.