In a Land far away
In a magical and
On this special Day
With my Queen in my Hand
Walking around the Castle
Watching the Clouds and the Sea
Forming their Shapes
Around Pascale and Me
There was a Ship of plain Gold
On the Ocean of Silk
Above the Moon in the Sky, bold
Drawing Shadows like Milk
In the silver Light of the Sun.
When we gazed at that Picture of Beauty and Color
My Queen’s fragile Figure dropped dead in my Hand
There’s a Tale that this Ship
Takes special Souls with it
To stay there
Forevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem