Eerie dreams ebb and flow in blue and black.
And suddenly I am taken aback,
As I sit on a cold, deserted beach,
Watching an old ship brave the stormy sea.
Could this portent mirror my life to come?
Will I be without the light of the sun
To guide me? O will I be without hope.
Although I may survive, how will I cope?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem