Sometimes I glitter in the night
Making spells into the darkest light
Spending time with the moon
Not waking until noon
Losing myself in the deepest seas
Sinking further into your disease
I dreamt of a place within the deep
I fell behind and began to sleep
There I waited for you
Will you wait for me too
There where lion's roam
Stay with me until I'm home
We ran with the wolves and became magical
You and I becoming something real
We bled so that we'd never be old
Until our blood turned into gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem