Have you seen the road where sleepwalkers paint the sky?
They whisper secrets about tangled dreams and jigsaw clouds.
It wanders, like a curious tune hums an echo from yesterday.
In places, the stones sing about
time-bubblesand how long shadows chase sunbyrds.
Some maps are made from moonlight chuckles,
wrinkled like crumples of candy wrappers.
Once upon a time, the robin rode a bicycle across
frosted obelisksskipping along the pathways of dreams.
A rabbit held a clock but forgot the time,
Socks walk their owners in reverse
dusky whispersoften hiding in plain sight.