May the arch angel walk beside me
And may that posion flower bloom
May the morning bells be ringing
May the pairate claim his loot
In my dreams I ride
Shotgun to your plans
Forever past eternity
A partner made of sand
Has become a wary host
Of knowledge of the dark
But has learned to cope
And who's soul rests in dreams
That by his word and fortitude
That I now posses
I'll regain my pristine spot
And destroy all my regrets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A modern write. Thanks.