Dream with me for a minute.
Dream of moths fluttering on glass.
Of tiny movements, smallest sounds, the magic of emptiness, shimmering still spectres, the distance between lies.
Dream for a lifetime of the little dreams, sometimes forgotten, stars that make the heavens one by one, rain becomes rivers becomes sea, dream of little dreams pouring into your full heart, brimming over with sticks in the sand, tree climbing, childhood dreams, from the days before you knew better, and still let them be as real as you.