Light tumbles
from the skylight
onto closed eyes
of floating children,
and across the familiar
Gentle fibers,
pushed firmly against
their resting backs
and wandering fingers
that tap to
Ghosts of laughter,
flittering through time,
echoing the joy
of stories untold
that the ever-present
Wavering figures
pulling at pages
soon will share,
to dreaming children
whose fingertips sprinkle
Crumbs of sugar
into strong fibers,
from bright cups
of wafting sweetness
that always follow
When light dances
across closed eyes.
