Seabed calls to enter the awe
Walk through the door
Drawn once by a shaking hand of a child
Pure fantasy
Touch of a dream
Let me bleed
Feel a moment ever gone, ever flown
Islands of life live forgotten in every tale you read
A kite flies high, a path passes you by
Tears count the time
Bitter rhymes to fade in dark tides
You wrote once dreaming them real deep in your mind
Homeward memory, sleepwalker’s ecstasy
A lonely lullaby from a child’s heart
Dream that deceives a dreamer’s belief
End of your story lives in all that you see
Seabed memories call you to write another song
Devote it to magic snowfalls of everdreamed winter awe
Follow the madness you drew within every dream you see
I’m a sea in you quivering still
I’m a dream you painted within
I’m your mind leading you back through the time
A silent road holding on your heart
Before the years turn into forever
A lonely kite, your magic ride across the moonlit shore
Deep snow-white dreams of December awe
Enchanted winters, pure innocence’s call through theme park gates
Poet’s stories, wanderer’s tales
Walk into a dream you hide within
Ever felt a story you read so real
Child’s heart still draws little hideaways for me
Linlin's Poetry 