Old Dreams: Flame Hidden Beneath Wings
Somewhere deep in clouds, nightingales still sing;
Moonlight spills like shattered gold—bold and feeling.
Lazy winds lie on dark clouds’ backs so high;
Stars burst into streaks of fire, bright as neon in the sky.
My heart settles at last—to the place I call "Home by and by."
Jade cheeks warm enough to melt cold palms;
Yet no trace of earthly red on their calm.
Crimson lips outglow dawn’s blush and cinnabar bright;
Earlobes tinted with a haze of pink light—
A soul from the Immortal Class, pure and bright.
Before my lids close and dreams take flight,
Before shy sun rays peek from hills in sight,
I gaze long at this scene so dear and fine—
My Jade one, beneath your wings burns fire’s truth, always mine...
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