The Wanderer Of Midwinter Awe

Moonlit oceans scarce in sea
Dreaming me into a recalling feel
Silence unveils a beauty of scene

Motionless virgin rests on a shoulder
Waves of the ocean entwined with pale dream
Sleeping your tears into a dark of forever

At the edge of the world
Heart remains in December snow
To find the kite above dreams of wild blue
Last thought of day longs for you

Careless touch upon a wish of the soul
Played well by a poet’s hand
Restless wanderer of midwinter awe
Autumn leaves fall at dawn
Calling me to seek for a secret land
Lost in dreams of a sleeping child

Kiss of awakening, scent of the dawn
Tales of symphonies writing me home
Withering light above golden bars
Reads me through the pale morning stars

Careless touch upon a wish of the soul
Played well by a poet’s hand
Restless wanderer of midwinter awe
Autumn leaves fall at dawn
Calling me to seek for a secret land
Lost in dreams of a sleeping child

Little memory resting still on your arm
Across the mountains and seas
White road entwined in nights of your heart
Caressing a dream I read the tales real
Longing for a winter of your innocent memory

A verse of lifetime kite
Last midnight flight
Dreams of ocean soul
Scene in a beautiful sight
Embraced by awe
Cherish a moment of last silent night

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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