dream night travellers

wished him a humble good night, with a gentle smile that stroke beside him, his grand grand son, the sitting seventy years spoke... 'A night Cary mills opens the window.. and the old german glass he took, Henry fords his grand grandson... A standing, of eighty years he look... Below from the sleeping quilts, decided they to ride for sky along with the flows of imaginations even in the search for the wings to fly.. reached they to the world of dreams.. to the spotlights era of stringlight.. where neither a wind would whistle but a flowing river did they meet (milki way) both met numerous dreadful spots from a distance the same it seems from near so bright and large, innermost was of colourful beams. questions henry: some bright , some whisphy everone shines but looks different the bright we see stare and love, ignoring others, that shining faint. they run but distance make them win says Carry Mils with his cunning voice, humans we bright but flickering stars.. who compete, get lost, still stand to race sleep ,its getting late.. night story of some starry sorrow.. it was a starry night but a night for stars the story will be continued tomorrow. night grandpa!! night grand son!! night readers!!!