When night falls my bed is an air balloon.

I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon. I float above treetops where fluttertufts are sleeping and flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping; ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass, a floog with her velvet nose bent to the grass. Such treasures I spy on! My bed in the trees swings me up high, like a circus trapeze.

Now the cool, night-rustling air slips through my finger-gaps, ripples my hair; now we glide over water, the moon's silver light blown by a cloudpuff into the bight, adrift on the sea where the dream-shapes float; when night falls my bed is a sailing boat.

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!