Somewhere beyond the moon's gentle hush,
whispers of forgotten wishes wander free.
Lullabies spoke by shadow creatures.
Sounds like, "Lost balloon! Come back!"
But they never find...
Vast emptiness eats color at night,
where did the sun fit? In a jar?
Nostalgic boxes dance with dust,
forever hiding below ocean too deep.
Echoes chant, "Who are we today?"