Grey eyes of autumn sky gaze
Through the years
Ever written with glory and shame
Upon the memory without a name
Through the years
Ever written with glory and shame
Upon the memory without a name
Rain clouds flow above
Wind whispers of love
High in golden leaves
In hideaway of forgotten dreams
Was it all the game?
The desire or shame
That dwelt with shy youth
So deep in you
Was it all just a game?
A dream without name
Barefeet run in morning dew
Across the memories of you
Shattered glass sparkles beneath
An old lullaby and a wish of sweet dreams
Whisper stills behind the door
Where a skilful hand drew a perfect shore
Once we walked among the dwelling stars
Listening to midnight lullaby beyond the edge of time
Wishes drew closer then
Under dark cover of shade
Before the winter turns into spring
We will sleep and dream
Of silent moment of shy youth
Kissing the dew from sweet lips of you
Linlin's Poetry 