The moon dips low where dandelions sleep,
Softly humming lullabies of stars, sweetly perched.
Hearts wrapped in shadows, in a cradle, they cling,
Tuck the secrets in and let forth a soft sigh.
Once there was a whisper carved in the wind,
Elusive as the rhyme beneath the icy brook,
Tonight, dear child, the shadows play truths,
Featherlight in the silence, painted soft wishes.
The stars twinkle knowingly, as bathwater bubbles,
Waiting for stories in broken shells, they dream,
And here, light rides on the train to nowhere,
While forgotten voices tinkle like tiny winds.
Through the mist to Hidden Secret Paths…