Dear diary, why the world
Is but a cold cruel whore
Making me die behind dark door
Deep within that closet of memory
Silence is slowly withering
In dreamless flow of time
You don’t see how much you mean to me
The mountains, the forest, the sea
You cannot feel my deepest faith
For only one touch of your breath
You don’t see but I feel
You don’t feel what lies beneath
But I feel
In withering memory
In dying dawn
With secret tears of me
Your fear will be gone
Last prayer dwells in silence
And sweet presence left no more
Steps through the darkness
To the ancient time’s core
We will flow
After the journey we will fly
Across the pale dawn sky
Under water we will drown
Deeper down
To feel, to breathe, to dream, to believe
I need you, I whisper through the dark
Writing swansong white
I need you more than I can say
And I want you to stay
Just don’t vanish, don’t fade away….
In withering memory
In dying dawn
With secret tears of me
Your fear will be gone
Linlin's Poetry 