Mast of the vessel of my spirit
Along until all hope is sank in death
Far from the arms of those who love her
Many years ago long before I knew myself
A little girl came to me, a rescuer of souls
For she had within her the spirit of the divine
Missing upon the passing waves of water
Alone I became with her went a era of amity
Friendship of mine lost upon the shallows
My ghost ship soul is lost of her
As she soars in the heavens above the sky
Free she is now from the suffering of this earth
Much time has past since then that day
Afloat still is the ship upon the waves of my heart
Few sail these waters but my dear friend Raine is there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem