Night fading in a sweet nightingale’s song
Never written story leading me home
Sundown above the fresh-mown grass
Dreams holding on a magic of close winter white
Fields in dark chambers, mirror of fallen stars
Make a wish upon still frozen time
Rainbow across the stream, sundown sight
Dear dream about far northern lights
Whispering sea reflecting in midnight eyes
Sundown above the fresh-mown grass
Dreams holding on a magic of close winter white
Fields in dark chambers, mirror of fallen stars
Make a wish upon still frozen time
Morning whispers with leaves
Green withers on trees
Waves calling to fly over the sea
Where heart meant to be
A wish of a child, dreamy-eyed fantasy
Dear song that nightingale sings
Lost home of a lonely wanderer
Sundown above the fresh-mown grass
Dreams holding on a magic of close winter white
Fields in dark chambers, mirror of fallen stars
Make a wish upon still frozen time
Sundown above fresh-mown grass
Dreams holding on a magic of close winter white
Fields in dark chambers, mirror of fallen stars
That is how summer senses like
Withering dream above the fading home
A fantasy, a hoping memory
A child’s heart believing a world you wrote it to be
Linlin's Poetry 