Seashell Hideaways

A kite across the fields of pale sky
A dream above the scent of spring heart
Painting rhymes for the heart of awe

Above the flow of grey we used to dream
Turning to a spark far far away
In the end of careless day ever daring sea

Seas in me long for oceans in you
Quivering still in a deepest core
Turn loose your heaven within to dare this scene
Beauty of dawn escaped from the snow

At the end of lost rhyme
The song weeps unbound
Let down your guards of heart long lived
Sleep the road through your dreams

Weary dreamer lost in time
Caressed by the awe and wine
Resting awake, dreaming of theme parks and magic winters
Calling by the harps of heavenkeepers
Whisper of the sea still dwells in your heart

At the end of lost rhyme
The song weeps unbound
Let down your guards of heart long lived
Sleep the road through your dreams

Nights of lost sights
Dreamer’s empty shell
Last flight on the kite
Above all meadows of heaven
Higher than my passion lies

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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