Wide through the fantasy
I touched pale hand of memory
Within
So deep inside
One feel
Spreading through my mind
For a dream, for a sin
I’m falling down, sinking beneath
Running wild a dream
Turns into a feel
Seducing, luring, curing
Hoping, howling, calling
No words could tell
The heart’s feelings then
No cure left, but I need help
Give me your hand, look deep in my eyes
What do you see in the mirror of madness?
Owl’s wiseness, swan’s purity, dove’s innocence
Or betrayal’s smile, whore’s dark lies?
With the last petal of midnight flower I’ll fall
With last rays of dawn I’m gone
With your sweet kiss I’ll recall
Wildest memories within my soul
No words could tell
What lives in my heart
No lines could describe
That ice of my inner hell
Midnight tune will call you through the dark
For wish of heart, for wish of mine
Tears falling like raindrops – echo of the Ark
Verse for eyes of skylight blue and angel’s smile
My midnight dance, my secret pale fantasy
My midwinter tale of secret white dream….
Linlin's Poetry 