Dreams chasing darkest lies of old tales
Heart of the pure follows the path
Leading her across a field of stars
Where will it take her?
Beauty, dream
Dwelling in windcall, falling memory
Verse of last song, whispering chords of a story
Kite flies for lost sleepless nights of first love
Caressing light, dream of dear dove
As if hundred lives weren’t enough…
To see fading sun in wistful waters beneath the horizon
Lonely road entwined with the stars cascading beyond
Wishes of the night will call for me
Redeeming me into a memory
Lost deep in soothing sea
Restless, calm
Dwelling in windcall, falling memory
Verse of last song, whispering chords of a story
Kite flies for lost sleepless nights of first love
Caressing light, dream of dear dove
As if hundred lives weren’t enough…
…A child living in the first moment of life
Till the end of the ride
Rhyme upon the fading night
Echoing in midwinter snowy eyes
Dreaming me back to dear dream of innocent sea
Dwelling in windcall, falling memory
Verse of last song, whispering chords of a story
Kite flies for lost sleepless nights of first love
Caressing light, dream of dear dove
As if hundred lives weren’t enough…
Linlin's Poetry 