In the fog of a dream,
Craddled by night.
My necklace appeared,
Shimmering in light.
Then a man appeared,
And we conversed.
He told me the Earth should be in a herse.
I said,
'Then I am dead.'
Touching the necklace below my head.
Blue and green.
Aquamarine.
'What do you mean? '
He says,
'That sounds obescene! '
'Our hearts beat together.'
'The Earth and I'
'If one's beat stops, '
I said,
'the other will die.
'Why? '
He asks.
I look at my necklace,
In the shape of a heart.
'It'd just be too tragic for us to part...'
The days go by,
And I feel sick.
The Earth's oceans are filled,
With diseaseful ick.
I look at the man,
I tell him what's true.
'If the Earth dies, I will die.'
'And so will you.'
-SOH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem