hello! what time is it now, the step that wake every <br />awaken sleep, a sweet hello in the pillow as the blanket <br />cover its feet, and shame touches the toughest skin <br />flatten <br /> <br />clock, sound is not the same, and the morning cockle <br />with the crows of the early dine, the zooming wings <br />whisper the shading clouds in the splendid blue sky, <br />the wait is over <br /> <br />color my dream and paint with the arrow of the rainbow <br />of the cherry blossom and the red carpet of the harmony <br />reaches to the seven heaven, where the falling star, <br />capture the journey of where to begin <br /> <br />listen as i draft, the beginning of my stay, sculpt and nothing <br />will stay with a pieces of memory that i was once in your <br />dream painting the years of today, tell me then, that worth <br />comes one more in the painted design of my love in your <br />awakening moment with me <br /> <br />and as tomorrow shall be, coming to stay, in the great <br />design, it would be the precious beginning of my life <br />in a painted eternity.......<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wishing-dream-2/
