Waken me again slumber my name
would keep from you
who call in vain.
Against my better wishes wind
does stir a tempest
pool of food.
Kelp of shore the sand mixed in
for fruit this soul
does trust.
Epiphany resting souls to flee the
oceans call to
honor me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem