Let's navigate a naked thought
into that world of make-believe
and travel where the monsters hide within the woods
all petrified and cold and green.
Where lullaby—serenade the night
for children in their gorgeous dreams…
and hummingbirds sing out in tunes
that make the willows weep.
I am convinced that there is time
for you and me to play…
fly with the golden sun ablaze
and smile throughout the day.
Do you know why I asked myself
the sky is blue not green
And you reply—that you didn't know
of love except in dreams.
So, hold my hands
let's skip the night—together we will lie
and create such thunderousrevelry
we'll make the mountains cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem