I walked on the beach of a far away land my feet felt something soft in the sand it was a piece of wood washed smooth by the sea I bent down to pick it up but! there were two pieces of wood! I imagined them swimming as fish friends happily together with shy smiles
When the night is heavy, when clouds bump into darkness, the moon is your beaken, your friend. Ssst, the moonflower unfolds her petals, the magic flower of reflection. Sssst, be very quiet now, she only blossoms when you sleep.