Sunday sermon calling my name,
to mermaids dancing in the waves…
Diving, swimming, deeper I go,
deeper and deeper to Atlantis I rode,
breathing the water with aqualungs,
soon I’ll arrive in the promised land.
Gliding, sliding in an intuitive leap,
guiding me to a dreamlike sleep,
far from reality,
to my ancient home.
In the beginning,
in the sea,
take me there O friendly seahorse,
let me be,
where I belong,
where I am free.