"When the bird sings blue," she whispered, "the clocks turn jelly."
"But where does the sky sleep? I thought the stars were pillows for dreams," replied the other voice, soft and airy. "Bunny boats float in the shadow sea," came another, distant and echoing.
"We can walk on invisible bridges, can't we?" said a voice wrapped in question marks.
the clouds laughed quietly, balloons drifting
gently amidst the soft hush of the child's thoughts that danced in time with the ticking silence of the dream.