I know not whether you came to me or I to you.
Perhaps it was the former,
for goddesses may descend on earth,
but a shadow can never reach the stars.
Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake.
Perhaps it was both, a special dream,
unrestrained by the bonds of sleep,
So pure, so powerful, that it spilled into the realms of reality.
I am lost in the darkness of a downcast heart.
Forever alone, never lonely.
A life much like a solitary desert,
with sands shifting in union with the sands of time.
Dream or reality. Let it be decided tonight,
Midst the sweet fragrance of your skin,
and the honeyed tastes of your lips.
Let the dark passions of this night take over.
As we weave forbidden magic...
But for now, I am scarcely mortal.
But for now, you are surely a goddess.
Perhaps you are to me, like a flame to a moth,
But it matters little to me, if I'm burnt in your embrace.