In winter awe I still can see
A path, white bloom of memory
Cascading with waves
Old as time tales
Dreamworld veiled with magic of first snow
A path, white bloom of memory
Cascading with waves
Old as time tales
Dreamworld veiled with magic of first snow
Hear my voice through the midnight star choir
Singing you a lullaby to revive a touch of memory and awe
Last snowflake reads a dream
Unveiling within a purest feel
Innocent love of a child
Never lone heart
Longing for ride
One only flight across midnight sky
Lullaby flows through the dawn
Dreamlife withers with first morn beam
Moonlit shadows dance on the floor
Writing through heart last sigh of a dream
Memory’s kiss to sleep me away to the world
Of the fantasy and hope, the magic and awe
Hear my voice through the midnight star choir
Singing you a lullaby to revive a touch of memory and awe
I caress the tales, stories too dear to the heart
Silent moments of sundown call where dreams dwell now reborn
Linlin's Poetry 