Starless Night Poem by Eleven Lin

On the white worn canvas, the setting-sun softly shines,
Revealing under the cypress tree the secret lines.
The sorrow of the journey has become a poem of love;
The passing years are like the clouds floating above.

In the palette, colours have been running through for years;
The daffodils are meandering like a river of tears.
Into the winds, the calls from the distant moutains last.
And even eternity can become a thing of the past.

Those dreams at the left side soon vanish at the right.
In the blue sky, no wings can soar freely in sight.
When the night comes, were it to be full of shinning stars,
In your eyes of blue, there would be no more scars.

To seize the present between yesterday and tomorrow.
To paint with the glorious colour your face of sorrow.