Sleep my children

Where is the dreamland

The fairytale of our cushioned sleep

It has left me,

Open it

My children are asking

I have a new light

There are golden dusts

There are lakes and oceans

And new journeys

There was a nursery

And a little girl with me

And now is a new country

Without the old

Where we join hands with only

What I can bend to give them

I give them our worlds of dolls,

Between the sea and the sand

And they gather

What I found and lost

To give.