In the quiet tink-tink of the night. The stars are sleepy gears.
They turn smiles into wishes, like soothing marshmallow clouds.
Walk with me through the wise whispers of winding things.
Oh look! A cogsicle!
In this world of loops and springs, feelings float like bubbles of caramel essence.
The zephyrs tickle our secrets, spinning yarns of old wishing wells.
Let us drift upon this warm mechanical balloon, my friend.