With my eyes closed
Like the future
It remains unseen
Calm waters of the lake
Whispering trees in the woods
Twilight telling the tale
Of the folk living eternal youth
I fall asleep painting the picture when
Suddenly it comes alive under my hand
From a dream woven of moonbeam and starlight
Pure and innocent as the first spring midnight
He stepped from the picture I painted still beyond the time
Sleeping near the canvas
I dreamed of a lullaby
Sweetest colours of the night
Dwelling still deep in heart
As I flew through a dream
Far across the forest and hills
To find what was stolen once
On the picture yet undone
He drew the stars
Cascading wonderfall upon my eyes
He took me to my cradle
Ever lost dreamland
Veil of fantasies untold
Spinning around the end of the world
He painted the rest of my picture unseen
Staying there with me
Still singing me back to sleep
Linlin's Poetry 