PICTURE OF THE DREAM I (I hope I’m not Offer You a Sin)

I’m coming from far away for imagines
In this town I’m arrived without tears

Song of the live already flash past on my face line 
Above the virgin saddle
That up side down by doubt and worry
Until here~
Under harmony ware, soft cloud this town,
May be that I touch with my finger is your shadow ?
That rim in the picture of dreams
And so long frozen in my grief house

You are a rainbow’s son
That go down with air and the silent
Your face like a moon
That playing under the sky
And your shine belong
Your face,
I just can put on my poem words

This smoke in the middle of sea
So Far..
may be one time it will be breath 
or it will be forgetting
and be a Sin