Bearing every tale you read real
Belonging to the world of a fantasy
Dreaming with care of a symphony so dear
For every lullaby, another magic ride
To caress a wish of silent night
Pain within cascades with dark streams below
Pure white shroud of innocent snow
Without you I’m nothing but a shadow in a mirror
Erased pages in a diary under the pillow
Faded memory cascading still
Through the heartbeat I lost within
Dreamless bound, untouched scenery unseen
Pale carcass of childhood memories you keep within
Nightingale still sings through your open window
Longing for his dear home of great old oak
A song of real, a song for a dream
Cascading still for broken beauty of everything
Without you I’m nothing but a dream
Slowly faded with the smoke in the mirrors
Memory withered in the dawn’s call of wind
Darkening stream flowing below
Without you I’m but burnt dust in the wind
Grey ashes through the sky
A bare grace of misery within every dream
Without you I’m but frozen leaves
Forgotten song of withered memories
Another score of dark passionate symphony
I long for your tales upon the stars
Endless nights within every storytime
Piano black-and-white wrote down my life
With dear memories of your eyes, of perfect rhyme
Living still within my hoping heart
“Lost and broken on this forsaken shore I’m nothing but pale dust in the wind.
Without you I’m but the shadow in the mirror, silent and still, your purest dream.
Caress a dream and remember me for another time of midnight journey…”
Linlin's Poetry 