Wandering the world with wide-open eyes.
That was me searching for truth I have found in you —
A lonely soul of ocean deep, a midnight dream.
That was you who wrote a fairytale through my pale life.
Walking burnt ashes of memories under my bare feet
I see the reflection in this pale mirror.
The eyes watching me like in a dream aren’t mine, but yours.
I found a rose on a windowsill.
A withered flower innocent white, it was dying…
Another tale from the pages of my life.
Frozen leaves under my door, snowflakes of memory
Ghosts from the past will never leave me alone.
Endless fears will remain within forever.
Right here, where they should be.
“What is a colour of the song?
What is a scent of a midnight lullaby?
Why does the nightingale sing?”
I wish I could once know all the answers.
Gravity of hope writes the deepest belief in our hearts.
Yours and mine, deep in our souls.
We cannot see or touch it, but we feel it within. All the time.
Hidden in morning dew dream will always long
For another day to chase the demons inside,
For another life to save all the songs for every little thing we have.
Save your dreams. They write our path through the darkest nights.
They bring us the light in the most hopeless times, don’t they?
Linlin's Poetry 