In a fantasy or in the call of past
She is calling for the night
In a whisper or in a waterfall sound
In a mind or in a world around
She is dancing in moonlight
With a call of nightingale
With a dream of moon so pale
In a scream or in cry, in a dream or in desire
With a fever, with secret passion
With an agony, with confession
In a feel or in time, in a sin or in fire
She is not from this world
So kind, but harsh like the sea
She is from another tale or song
Stranger, but so dear
She wrote her lines through the night
Crying or laughing
She dreamt of eyes so deep
She saw the life in their light
With a call of nightingale
With a dream of moon so pale
In a scream or in cry, in a dream or in desire
With a fever, with secret passion
With an agony, with confession
In a feel or in time, in a sin or in fire
She was there in every time of need
She was far but so close for him
If only he could see or feel
She was forever near across the sea
In a dream or in time of lust
In a fantasy or in the call of past
She is calling for the night
In a whisper or in a waterfall sound
In a mind or in a world around
She is dancing in moonlight
Linlin's Poetry 