Every night I have the same picture before my eyes
I see it so close, feel with all hoping heart of mine
Your breath so near, your warmth so dear
A shattering call of a fallen tear
The same mirage I see
You touch my hand and whisper to me
That I’m the one, that one
Through the centuries cold
Through the fields all alone
Across the dreams of sins
Beneath the call of old thrills
You touch my heart and call my name
Through the dream again and again
Turning every tiny sparkling feeling
Into the greatest wild flame
Like my heart is a childish game
Like my heart is a childish game
The same picture I see every night
Before my eyes your kind sight
Shades in moonlight
And dreams in the doorway to hide
My little secret on the last page of diary
A pale withering memory
Unwritten story
Of you, my love
My hope forever alive
Every night I see
You are walking near
Right through my memory
My midnight dream so real
A kindest heart so dear…
Linlin's Poetry 