Lost Magic Of Old Times

A dream of sundown, a wish of the night
I sleep the ride from the heart
Wandering still all the tales, lost magic of old times

Midnight dwells still below
Bright grass resting beneath virgin snow
The dawn is lost in sundown I keep drowning in

A kite, my guide, flows through a midnight ocean
Waves caressing still the blue skies
Playing the lullaby for dear eyes
Before I enter calm waves of my ever lost devotion

Silent night song
A wish of the forever
My home lies on dawn
While heart beats alive
Eternity writes piano white

Across moonlit waters
I share my breath
Recalling a memory of the ocean
Still lost, but ever dreamed
Skies paint piano black

White shore beyond the black sea
Painting tales through the dream
Of crimson tides, awe and lullabies to be real

A dream of sundown, a wish of the night
I sleep the ride from the heart
Wandering still all the tales, lost magic of old times

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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