I am an enchanted dreamer
who's life is touched by the Holy Redeemer.
My heart can take flights of fancy anywhere,
to charming places everywhere.
I stand by the entrance, ready to embark on a journey,
with myriads of Angels to guide the free spirit within me.
Floating, drifting upward in flight,
toward unknown reveilles of the night.
Like all dreamers possessed of supernatural powers,
I struggle onward, till suddenly I reach the shady bowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem