Unveiled

Above the dying sun
On the bloody horizon
I see silent shade of old believing,
So tiny, full of hope, still thrilling.

Under the lost tree
Touch of forgotten centuries
I feel the spirits’ voices
Whispering to me again silently

Slowly take off the veil
Covering my eyes
Show me the dream of sunset

Slowly give me another try
To feel your presence
Show me the memory of that night

Every day, every moment of time
I feel the dreamy touch,
Tempting whisper of illusion.
Every time of dark night
I see the same dream,
I feel the same touch, whispering the same name.

Hold me now and don’t turn around.
I’m right here, behind you
Don’t look just hear my voice…

Slowly take off the veil
Covering my eyes
Show me the dream of sunset

Slowly give me another try
To feel your presence
Show me the memory of that night

Take off the veil and hold me near
Dream me into this sunset, dear…

Be the one for tonight
Till the end of time.
Be the only delight
Till the end of my life. 

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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