Where fairytale was real
More true than light of day…
White waves caress clear blue sky
Heart skips a beat in my chest
Whisper dwells beyond walls high
Calling my name over all forgotten lands
Where winds play in leaves
Old songs sung in pillared halls
O how I wish for one of dreams
For it my heart still silently calls
The one too dear for a harp of gold
Lost memory of times long-gone
A touch of melody beyond the end of the world
Kiss my heart
Heal old scars
My soul weeps in silence beneath cold hearth
Whispering broken tears to high stars
Once to reach lands of oblivion
High shores far beyond
Where pain is gone and heart dwells in relief
Soul longs for another stroke of belief
For hope and love
To be lost once to be found
If I could enter the realm
Where you were real
More true than light of day and cold of my thrill
Linlin's Poetry 