A Child Of The Last Ride

Find your story in the end of the river
On the white shore where I’m still waiting for you

Crimson horizon, unfold scene, moonlit dream score
Mountains and hills, the untold high, unveiled rainbow
Streams flowing beneath pale world’s embrace

Homeward path, call of the awe
Beauty of untouched grace
Kiss of pale winter morn
Dream beyond the dawn
Ever felt for unleashed kiss of days

A child of the last ride
Unborn wish through crimson tide
Untold, unbound
Never spoken tales dwell without a sound
A child of light, a dream of dark night
Drowning deeper down within nightingale’s lullaby

Life starts before we’re born
The story begins through the line undone
Untold, hidden in dawn
Write my song through dreamy poet’s heart

Theme park gate across the ocean
Silent dream caressing devotion
Heart for a wish to cover a sin
Prayer for lost child within
Kiss me deep to see the heart still longing for
Not a verse, but the hand caressing the awe

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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