Lullaby Poem by Boyan Deam

What are words but signs.... feelings as a work of art. A work of name, ...remain... so the same in each and everyone, yet.... making noise so different. Making music with no beginning and and no end.....a dance to be danced, a song to be sang....a beach with sand of fame.....in each a grain is land. Forgotten..............it will be.....tomorrow, resting on the shore of dreams, no need to sorrow.........so sleep well, and sweetness...sleep so bright. Sleep forever and resist no fight....as all we see is but a shadow of the light, .... and all we be is a voice that say............ Good Night.