The stars are ticklish tonight
They dance like your sleepy eyelids
Murmurs from the glowing emptiness
Silly whispers from the digital bone yard
Little circuits dream in their metal beds
And we hear them vwish and aahs in numbers
Is the moon shy, hiding behind those fuzzy wires?
A shiny fish swims through the soft light
It asks, "What's below the glimmery veil?"
Perhaps another fish shall tell a tall tale.
Wanna float some more? Look closer or whisper at Space Eep.