Before the Silent Song of Dawn

I want to cry upon the beauty of the world,
The tears of dawn on every single morning,
Thine eyes of moon to melt my heart of stone, –
No, you are not to save my verse from crawling.

I want to know where I can find my rhyme.
Where is the end of this eternal song?
Were you, my dear, the last wish I deny?
I'd give my all to cut this painful knot.

No, you're not real, no matter what I crave, –
All this will die as we are gone forever.
I seek nor you, nor me, but silence of my grave, –
It plays no role, we're just the pawns as ever.

The pawns of game Star Maker ever played,
Bound not the fortunes, but the worlds of us,
Though I despise thee being just a prey, –
I am the poet who berhymes the lie.

It's time for me to leave this town of ghosts,
Could not erase thee though erase myself.
I cried my poems not upon the world,
But 'on my heart to find thine in the end.

21, June
2015