She dreams the restless heavy sea,
Devoured deposits of debris,
And a vessel with a dragon head,
Drifted near and then it fled.
She swam for land, but could not see,
Blinded by beastly ravenous sea,
That rendered everlasting death,
She fought by instinct for each breath.
Awakened in cold sweat and tears,
Within her trance of horrid fears,
The frightful details of the night,
Slyly lies in wait until first light.
Copyright@2008 Elizabeth Zara Pagan, Published Author
Therefore, she writes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem