Blooming Fantasy

Southern call of morn
Awakening in the middle of the night
Bittersweet chord
Of an angel song through you heart

Hands writing another part
For a rag doll to feel alive
Coiling around my weeping heart

Caress the dream for a unwritten story
Poet’s heart withered in a fantasy

Dreamer’s homeward bound, nightingale’s song
Across the woods deep impassable
Songwriter’s mind wrote a life of blooming dawn
Through the sky of memories ungone

I wonder if you still remember me
Drowned in your eyes of midnight sea
If there left a thought of me still

Keep a touch of fleeting memory
Share this scene with me

A veil upon me, magic trick of your charm
Dreamless bound within my chest coiling around pale night
A heart inspiring me with the dark of my own soul