Tonight, the stars flickered and whispered. I saw the Blue Whale swimming near the castle of clouds. It's hum is gentle.
Took a guess at its tail, drawing zigzag lines.
The Marshmallow Rocks appeared while I was nibbling on star cookie crumbs. They are fluffy and surely guard secrets of the moon.
I counted 8 rocks but lost 5 when it started snowing soft dreams.
A shell sings songs of oceanic past. Its voice is compass-like, guiding me where horizon hugs the sky.
Do seashells know the way home?