He wrote the tales through his pain so dark
He told the dreams of every man, but
He forgot his own pure childish heart
No fame, no pride give me a dream
A hope to find my once lost home
Don’t give me love, give me a heart
To see the scene caressed by awe
No ever youth, no better life
Give me white innocence instead it all
He searched for love
Bound deep inside
He dreamed of years forever lost
But for his thoughts
He painted the shore with stars and snow
Where dear memories could flow
The white always writes the truth of a lonely heart
A writer of his own story
A lonely dream lost within for a heart awaiting still
For the tale to come
A painter of his scenery
A soul dreaming of an ocean deep
Writing his stories within
For a child lost forever in his hoping heart
Stories of all hidden within dear princess’s heart
The mermaids, sirens caressed a dream for a child
Little girl frozen deep in his memories
Songs through the void of lost wonderfields
The dreamer’s heart wrote the silence for every verse
Wanderer’s home dwells deep in lost poet’s songs
He wrote the tales of ever lost love
Wishes of long-lived soul caressed the awe
He composed his songs dreaming of home
But never saw it lies closer than his heart hoped
Linlin's Poetry 