No hope to see…
All dreams of mine comfort a weep in the sky.
No more daylight to chase ever night,
No more dream to caress the kite in the sky,
Teardrop turns in white moonlight glow
Where winter drew all my trapdoors with snow.
Last wish was born on shivering lips,
Hand lights a candle to see through the dark mist
A hope, shooting star guiding me still.
Belief that relieve, writes my dreams, revives every heartbeat
A moment of life knowing you are still here
Always around, so far but still near…
I weep through the night
Last chords of a lullaby,
Playing still in my heart,
Caressing a sound of all lonely dreams.
Burn a candle to guide me through the darkness,
All the paths are blind, but one leads to innocence white
Never torn, never born, though pure heart of December sight…
“I know once I will hear piano never wrote this silence,
But a dream of awe and all the love never told, yet unbound,
Chasing a memory it tears the heart harder with the suffering and the void.
Try to feel the light within, find the awe, white shores we drew once upon the sundown.”
Linlin's Poetry 