life is just a journey, a travel to the world <br />of inspiration and expectation, where only <br />the night and the day write each memory <br />and the horizon of dawn waited you to <br />come back home <br /> <br />come from dust, return to the dust; breathe <br />the air, blown by the wind, the wisdom of <br />time consume the person to lay down his <br />head to the ground, a vow of death leaves <br />no regret <br /> <br />so why do life always bereave every <br />interment tears falling down, to the edge of <br />pupils drops it break, in the heart that see <br />laid its way, come my pretty soul, awake <br />angels glow in the body I shall be alone, <br />goodbye my little one I return <br /> <br />as I knew, never be the same in the cabin <br />house I always imagine, in the soil where <br />I take my shelter leave me not your my <br />angel in my sight, candle light as it melted <br />to hot, in the caravan of teardrops I’m glad, <br />though I almost to be there, my day is <br />ended, I shall be in one to the ONE <br /> <br />wait me no more; I can't wait to see you <br />again, lead me to the path in my way, back <br />in your bosom wisdom heart, for I'm a poet <br />who can't wait to see you again, complete <br />my heart and I will be the same in every <br />poem I make, I'll be your cream<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-wait-to-see-you-again-a-poet/
