Painted dawns with a hope
Eyes with a colour of life
Smile of a kite
She dreamed with the angels above
Dwelling in moonlight, falling in love
With all her dreams flowing within
Every cloud underneath
She dropped the last petal of rose
Bloodred wine of her life
Eyes of bright shine
A girl walking in clouds
Her wings were burnt to dust
Her dreams were rotten
Turned into dark pale ashes
Her heart lies forgotten
In the memory’s locker of lust
Sky made of stone, dreams are but a fantasy of ice
Her name written below the high waters
Voices above singing her lullaby across the cold stars
That flight started one autumn night
Across the mountains high
Beneath the truth entwined with lies
That journey began with one song
Long long years ago
On dream-fantasy shores
There was a girl walking in the clouds
Once pure, now written with the dark
Innocence turned slowly into lust
Dreams bear a hope to cleanse her black heart
Broken marionette on the shore of betrayed trust
(The girl walking in the clouds)
Linlin's Poetry 