Before dreams rest high
Awaiting in blue for another ride.”
Beyond the sky we run,
But higher…
In for a hope
We burn in fire,
Still all alone…
To touch desire
We fall for love, but torn in betrayal’s cove.
I want to cry,
But who will hear it?
I want to fly,
But who’ll believe me?
If heart lies to mind
To let it die all behind…
Tales we wrote once now rot broken,
Words of love still bleed unspoken,
So why we live if no purpose left at all?
I want to cry,
But who will feel it?
I want to fly,
But who’ll believe me?
What left inside if not a heart?
What howls deep for the one I loved?
What left by now to live for and why?
Beyond the sea we walk in silence
Drowned, but higher…
Embraced by hope within black darkness
Believed in desire…
What is it if not deep love
That burns like fire
Veiling with ashes my lonely soul…
Letter’s burnt, untouched, unread.
Forever blind those words remained.
Of love we feared to be said,
Now resting deep, cold and dead.
We live, but never see the world
That reads us real in for a dream
We used to feel in a hidden word,
For a heart, for a soul, for a feel.
One oath for all that sleeps in a darkest bound,
Snowflake flight beyond pale graveyard ground.
Before the dawn paints paths with snow
Life leaves us alone —
With all dreams untold
And heart beating in hope
Of last ride back home.
Linlin's Poetry 