Once upon a flickering star,
The butterflies danced in the twilight mist,
Stitching dreams from shadows of the moon,
A gentle watch on whispers unruly.
Turtles in top hats,
Giggling behind the curtains of the sea,
They hold secrets like candy in pockets,
Waiting for the sun to smile.
The owl, a librarian of night stories,
Reads silently as the clock tick-tocks,
In the library of clouds,
Where pages turn with the wind.