If I'm a dream on the edge of the morning

Is it still heard by the raindrops at the edge of the fragile more fragile ?,
It is the shadow of our story,
Whispering that time is no longer willing to wait for a pelagi even for shelter,
Like a star, pulling its light behind the grief ...

Still visible to you, the cold tonight adorn the lonely sky ?,
It was a glimmer of despair,
Hanging the full moon behind the cloudy clouds,
Like your escape, singing a song to just entertain yourself ...

I can not understand your dense clumps,
Sometimes it leaves a fragrance that paralyzes my memory,
Occasionally grinning at each of my acts,
So what do you want dear?

I am here to accompany your vacillating wishes,
As far as morning, noon, evening and evening pass,
I'm not willing to leave your soul,
I even tried to hug your shadow ...

Should I get all the contents of the sky and surrender your increasingly frozen lap ?,
Or dig the earth and close it again with all my love?
Bury me though without a little of your longing,
If I were a dream on the edge of your morning ...

bingkaikata, Oct 10, 2017