‘If you is really wanting to know what I am doing in your village,’ the BFG said, ‘I is blowing a dream into the bedroom of those children.’

‘Blowing a dream?’ Sophie said. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I is a dream-blowing giant,’ the BFG said. ‘When all the other giants is galloping off every what way and which to swollop human beans, I is scuddling away to other places to blow dreams into the bedrooms of sleeping children. Nice dreams. Lovely golden dreams. Dreams that is giving the dreamers a happy time.’

-Roald Dahl, The BFG


Fireflies, tucked in, dreaming
Of dancing in the night sky,
Dancing with their light.
Tiny little wings, holding,
Carrying the weight of millions of tiny
Little dreams,
wishes, and
hopes. Their
Wings are so light and yet
They carry so much.

Wishes, stars in the evening sky,
Stars on the ground, stars everywhere.
Catch it and wish on its light.
Let it go.
It flies away to the heavens
With other wishes in tow.
Our wishes ,
clasped in between little tiny wings,
Remain unseen in the evening sky.

Photo Credit: Massimo Gugliucciello

Ode To The Moon

Dear Moon,
You are more handsome than any I’ve ever seen.
Here I am writing to you
while the whole world resides in slumber.
You are humble
for the clouds, who like mountains,
pass by you
while you still hold your place.
You are the one whom I whisper all my secrets to
and I know well
that you will keep your promise.
For you listen and do not judge.
Your beauty can not be put into words;
it is translated into whispers
which no man can understand.
You are God-created
and so am I.
You watch me as I watch you,
unloading my sorrows onto you,
hoping for wishes to come true.
As I drift off to sleep,
basking in your moonbeams,
I take you with me into my dreams.