I was once a dot, in a forever wide place, where quiet danced.
Little voices hummed, but not with words.
Stars wiggled around like giggles and sighs.
"Can you hear us?" they asked, their sparks touching glows.
And so the moon took the stories,
told by the wink of planets in their slow rounds.
"Would the sun know?” they wondered.
But all it did was yawn and drop honey-gold rivers over clouds.
From this hush before dawn, voices reach out
Where dreams gently curl and hatch like fluffy feathers.
Where do thoughts go
At the quiet edge of now?