Dear thy fairest, I know not much about
Not to say I yearn not learn but to do..
Is to swim upon the skies and fly among oceans
I cherish thee nonetheless
And wouldn't trade you for a penny or less
Yes, come and as calm as you can be
And the lines on your palm let them read
So we both can peek into the future we ready to lead
I read of tales that that teach, mysteries that priests dare not teach
That if we fly away into dreams of no awakening
By luck maybe we might land on a beach that bares the truth I beseech
....Reality like a bugler them creeps
Suddenly awakening the beast
Anxious, every man that be, bergs for you to teach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem