Twinkle, twinkle, little dream, feathered thoughts in an endless stream.
Underneath the boughs, shadows giggle, bubbling secrets burst with a wiggle.
What do journeys tell when the stars cry? Listening moss shows purple sky.
Who chased the dragonflies with laughter vast, retreating echoes of ages past?
In circles they speak, in whispers concealed, encoded laughter as was revealed:
Acrid roses kiss the dust of time, jagged meanings twist in rhythm and rhyme.