A dream of secret depths
Where heart dwells
And soul sings
In silence of the void
Within a final chord
Beyond the edge of hidden world
Of silence, peace and awe
Pale shores and white mountains high
Sweet meadows of morning dew
Two trees all in glow, fairest light
Upon gold and silver of leaves sings starlit blue
A song of the highest ones
Three perfect themes
One sung for the core
One for the sea
The last one for purest shores
A chord for the lands beloved
Rebel verses he sang
Night was his perfection
They called it perversion
Denying his passion
His nature, his name
The tales he tried to tell
Within ever theme he sang of life
But another
Painting the world like it was in his eyes
Though the others
Never saw it like him
The Brightest called it a sin
For his own desire
He became an exile
He walked alone in the night
Searching for fire, flaming gold of the light
He, who rises in might
Wandered in the dark losing himself in his flight
Linlin's Poetry 