What’s that — a shadow or a wicked game of imagination?
Again whispers my name with starlit children choir
Mirror of lake reflects in a moonbeam
Sleepy eyes of calm waters draw all the stories
I found in the past bearing with care
The rope cut, it’s time for the last voyage into the night
Endless flight right through all unborn children’s cry and mermaids’ dreams
A nightingale song turns into a dream
Little dreamer lost in the real’s labyrinth
Come, dear love, make my dark heart light
In this moonless night
Stories for a lonely heart walk alive
Every life starts with your lullaby
Winter awe writes the real for me
Virgin snow beneath my bare feet kissed me with cold
Drawing another beautiful story
Lost heart’s tale locked inside fake world’s maze
A stranger’s boat to sail me far away
Across these dark mirror waters
Oceans of time, dreams of a poet’s verse and the ride
Through a theme park in his mind
Untold words lie betrayed by cold silence
A nightingale song turns into a dream
Little dreamer lost in the real’s labyrinth
Come, dear love, make my dark heart light
In this moonless night
Stories for a lonely heart walk alive
Every life starts with your lullaby
Linlin's Poetry 