Dream eater

At midnight, 
the clock plays tick-tack murmurs 
ring the start of dreams.

 

Gazing a convexo-concave city 
from the top of clouds

 

Flashing faintly and 
a stray comes around

 

We are singing 
while looking for you 
in order that the feeling voice from afar 
will be able to be delivered some day

 

At the night of the falling stars 
the north wind goes through a street 
and no tidings from the person I have wanted to see.

 

I just draw the following day. 
The star takes a wish 
and calmly sparks in that sky. 
We dream a happy dream in our sleep.

 

A new straight line 
Clouds spin and stretch 
Countless numbers of twinkling lights are born. 
Footsteps and Calling 
Everyone wakes up. 
How many wishes will we make now?

 

I know you even if I can not meet you. 
You should be standing with being exposed to the same rain at a distant town.

 

At the night of the falling stars, 
we swallowed the sounds of rain and the voice, 
we were watching the shining sky with sleepless.

 

The seven colors of stardust 
and a buzz booms to ground.

 

The confetti fills the air 
like a fireworks blooming

 

The strobe of outdoor lights 
and clouds spread like wave.

 

Floating water. Waving hair. 
The bird flock has filed away.

 

The mother's finger envelops 
the shoulder of the child expects miracle 
and jumps to his feet trembling.

 

I just stand there 
and journey into my memories sleepily.

 

The all times of steps have recovered now. 
I just think of you strongly 
until the gear wheels start to move 
deprive of me

 

At the night of the falling stars, 
the north wind brings the light powder 
We wish the following day without sleeping.

 

The crying of stardust 
and ringing in my ears break finally, 
I dream an endless dream in a soundless view.

 

At the night of the falling stars, 
if we grip both little hands, 
the star deliver our wish 
to the far sky 
and call the happy morning.
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its so long...

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