My Bed Is An Air Balloon Av Julia Copus

<p>When night falls my bed is an air balloon.<br>I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon.<br>I float above treetops where fluttertufts are sleeping<br>And flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;<br>Ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,<br>A floog with her velvet nose bent to the grass. <br>Such treasures I spy on! My bed in the trees<br>Swings me up high, like a circus trapeze.<br>Now the cool, night-rustling air<br>Slips through my finger-gaps, ripples my hair; <br>Now we glide over water, the moon’s silver light<br>Blown by a cloudpuff into the bight,<br>Adrift on the sea where the dream-shapes float;<br>When night falls my bed is a sailing boat.<br><br>A beautifully presented picture book with two front covers, the text can be read from front to back and vice versa. The mirror form poem meets in the middle in a stunning centrepiece image as the two children in the story (twins, one in an air balloon, the other a sailing boat) meet in the clouds!</p>