My Bed is an Air Balloon

When night falls my bed is an air balloon.

I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon.

I float above treetops where the nub-nubs are sleeping

and flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;

ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,

a floog with its velvet nose bent to the grass.

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!