I wish I had an angel to save my soul now
All the memories I wished to keep
Every dream I wrote so real
Everything I hold so dear
I see now it’s slowly turning to dust
Wind in the wield, stars above the roofs
Midnight sky plays merely symphony of your tunes
Everything I hold so dear in my heart
Always withered turning to dust
Memories holding me tight, feeding me with hopes
Piano plays my weeping heart all alone
While I whisper through the sky “Don’t go…”
Music box plays me a lullaby
Of far northern sky
Nightingale sings a song of wonder and awe
Dream whispers to me “Never lose your hope”
Philosophy of every day’s morn lies deep in the night
Painting our dreams with colours so bright
Follow the path of innocence to see
Faded wishes we longed to set free
Remember me twice a year to feel what I wished to be
Take my hand to face your memories
Cascading slowly covering all you tried to hide so deep
Haunting every chance to break that dawning feel
Until you realized it’s too late to chase this dream
Linlin's Poetry 