The real realm is not that palace
Made of decorated walls and of splendid roofs
And that a magnificent carpet made for only kings and queens.
But true kingdom is that a brief while next to your dearest dream.
When I could journey through my memory
I reached my dreaming castle
There, I admired all the flowery moments, I have ever lived.
In that special castle of mine,
Next to my inspiring, stranger and further companion,
I went so far through the colourful sea.
It was a mirror of the sky
Reflecting the intense sincereness
It was a genuine friend of all the forlorn hopes.
I saw the sea-gull approaching so close to me
It wanted to reveal the secret of the sea wildness
It wanted me to spread my wings and fly over its mystery.
I did smell that a humid perfume when the meek waves kissed the sand
And I did enjoy the melody played with the ropes of those sorrowful waves
Those waves that moved to and fro, fetching the strand.
What a magi!
I saw the glittering tears of all the lost souls dancing upon that sea
I saw a tender father holding his little son on his shoulders
Jumping here and there, carrying all the happiness of the world
And looking for a drop of that a salty sea to be watered with
What a romantic scene!
Thanks great father for being a home of love
I was not a painter to draw such a painting
But I lived each scene and
I wished to stay there, in the only true realm
I wanted to run away from lies and dryness
It was time to choose;
Either the shadowy existence; or the furthest happiness
In all of a sudden, the wind grew angry
It started wailing,
I wondered why a sharp whistle did roam on me
As if it wanted to steal my written words
It didnt want me to enclose all my innermost feelings
Those feelings that have been so deeply buried.
All that I lived in those brief seconds was but a legend
A secret of a silent heart
and a secret of a mysterious sea, too.