The Poet

Led by the pale clouds,

my mind wandering in the Myst of poetic romance,

drawing the truth of your soft countenance,

untouchable by my silent heart.

The world drown in anxiety,

swung by the ephemeral dream,

gone in the ocean of time,

can no longer feel the sunlight of spring.

The moon keeps hoping,

its prayer won't fade away,

the stars that loyal in solidity,

seem not despaired by irony.

The more I saw rust eating the soul,

the louder I shout your name...

Where is the light I was searching for?

that sacrificed thousands lost souls,

where is the that strengthen?

which stooping in my palm...

I'm only a mystery of empty,

my house is in your mind,

you'll never see this kind of breath in your imagination...

I'm the casual thought which unimagined...