Floating in a pool of memory
Thinking about the sun
Thinking about the moon and stars
And all that needs to be done
What will happen to the mermaids?
What will happen to the love?
Is there a place for them all?
Hiding like a dove.
Run to me
I’ll run to you
And we can play all night long
Thinking of the fantastic few
Who came and sang along
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem