Sleep little dream, sleep
Below the rolling waves
to the depths, dark and deep
Sleep little dream
where things can be what they are
Rolling thunder, shooting star
And promises there
are always made to keep
Sleep now, little dream
where what is
is what can seem
Where silence softly
rests there too
at the heart of me
and the heart of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing, was good.