Broken Sleep that Dreams to Be #originalsong

How well are you laid out?
How warmly do you smile?
My beautiful broken dolls,
from dreams that died.

Sing unsoftly in your sleep,
hide from things you do not see

Everything is as it comes,
life will wander around the sun.

What do we see when we go to sleep?
What hides from the eyes that dream?

Broken but not lost to grief,
lie in wait for time to weep.

Sing a song of broken sleep,
rolling in an endless beat.

#originalsong