Longings Poem by Antonio Liao

to dream the impossible becomes the day of waiting
cloth with something that never
where it was, a reckoning of fears and longing
open to find someone that always
be part of me.

never I came that night with tears in my eyes
where the swollen feet inert the
countdown of my sight, the pillar have just broken
as my face folded down my knees, nay cease
my broken dream

will capture the wound in the gallop of the plain,
where the flame of hope settle
my soul; line up
before its to late or the meadow clam the dune
will perish to its end

come little Dear one, something have gone
before you come; farewell the day of where it begin,
the dawn keeps on waiting
to bloom the sky of tranquility, thoudoubt
linger in my dream of seeing you beyond
the sky of serendipity.