In the hush of gentle eve,
Stars speak secrets, shadows weave.
The moon whispers to the sea,
Childlike songs, soft mysteries.
Once there lived a wind-up dream,
Tick-tock echoing twilight's beam.
Turtle boats slide past the shore,
Plastic toy seals hide, lore no more.
Would you fly the paper kite,
To dance with twilight’s enveloping light?
Encrypted songs in stars are trails,
Maps of dreams etched in pails.