Awaiting all alone by the door
Locked inside, past time’s score
Dreams vanished in last siren’s call
He knew the tide would take him at dawn
Tied to the boat, lost in cold blue world
He sailed away from his soul’s rest
Lakes of his freedom still frozen in cold
Wolves, his guardians, left dear forest
Princess, white swan
Love pure, undone
So perfect she was, pale kiss of dawn
Dream without a face
Call of bare grace
Her soul tore his song’s last chord
Innocent smile, but lustful inside
Beauty of dream deserted his life
Drinking his loving heart
Entire world enclosed in one man’s sight
Caressed by a dream, read by a tale
A song of awakening for a locked nightingale
Still dreaming of magic winters and a kiss of awe
Wishing to be loved for his dark wistful soul
A lonely dreamer over the sea
Guarding his rest, caressing a verse
Writing his dreams through unseen words
A virgin, lost to the world, but dear to him
A girl in rags, but innocent still
Child of love caressed by a dream
Uknown beauty of dawn
Dream unveiling her face
Call of bare grace
Her soul played his song’s last chord
Linlin's Poetry 