Bubbles of candy clouds, bouncing in
The invisible symphonies of ticklish stars.
Listen, a doorbell rings without a door,
Tangles of ribbons flying like balloons.
Chase the whisper
Into the echo's gentle twirl.
Hands of dreams, holding on to sparkling
Curls washed above the stream's shadow.
Clouds dance with feet
On the sleepy lull of mountains.
A sunbeam's giggle, so bright it tickles
The echoing songs of unsung kings.
Flickers of pale moonlight, silent
Handprints on the cold of the night's face.
Here lies a cradle that cradles stars,
Whisper sweet nothings to the wind.