Seeing no reflection of dreamy sight
Everything so dear once now turned to dust
I hear no call of wind in leaves
No melody of butterfly’s wings
No silver moonlight leading me
I see no more dreams sheltering me
No river’s flow dwelling beneath
No starlit bars around a sleep
I feel no haunting dream within
Faded pages are burnt
Lost tears are frozen in stone
Everything so loved now lies meaningless and torn
I hear no voice of lost dream
But your whisper through the night
Like a call of the heart I follow a feel
Sinking deep in sheltering twilight
I haunt a dream I see
Slowly turning into a memory
Running ahead
No path leading back
Past is veiled
Pale and dead on a snowcovered bed
Again I hear the song of the wind
Silver leaves are bathing in moonlight
I feel the whisper of dream
Through the midnight call of swanheart
I see the ocean within
Falling into the dark
I dive in blue sea so deep
Walking awake into sweet sleep
World has a colour of a lullaby
Dream with a scent of a kite
Pale embrace of the shore pure white
Linlin's Poetry 