I had a grand dream the other day
One of being lone and away
Yet just the other day I awoke from that dream
And jump right back into another
Yet this new dream (which is not new at all) is actually quite different from the one I dreamt before
In this dream and there is a beautiful maiden with the fairest skin of all
With beautiful golden hair that had vague but evident streaks of brown
She speaks me of marvelous things
She is as beautiful as a dove
Yet when I woke up from this grand dream
I saw you standing above
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem