Up above with studded mire
of lapis-blue and gilded fire,
Night awakens dreams in-making
far below where eyes lay waiting.
Swimming islands circle green
within a flowing ocean dream,
Carried by the tides of night
toward star-filled shores now sparkling bright.
Dreams grasp-hold these darkest hours
weaves within this dream I view,
While the body lies in slumber
my soul now flies along with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Splendid piece... lovely