Sunday sermon calling my name,

listen closely,

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.