Once upon a time there was a night
Of the end of light
Once upon a time there was a heart
Knowing the story as old as time
Of the end of light
Once upon a time there was a heart
Knowing the story as old as time
A memory of ancient times
Loner’s daydream sparkling in his eyes
His home lost in-between all previous lives
A child, a dream silently sleeping upon sundown cradle
Storyteller, paradise-seeker, wanderer
As lone as a poet without a soul
He longed to find a path back home
He loved, but none deserved his heart
Tearing his soul apart
One by one they leave the bed still white
Tainting dear-hearted painter’s life
Poor virgin touched his shoulder
Comforted a soul she saw never before
Longing for the heart she loved never more
The one he was for lost soul of her
A dreamer, the one unforgotten heart
The soul ever loved, yet unforgiven
Longing deep for the light unseen
“Once loved deep, but forever more,
Within poor heart you turn loose all the shores.
Innocence white cascading on me through the dream —
The world, the hope, the love, the purest one,
All I see in you will die as a secret…
In me.”
Linlin's Poetry 