I stand at crossroads, I am sure of that.
Surrounds me a lush green meadow, perhaps The Garden Of Eden on a better day,
But for today, a grey sky looms over me, the clouds ashen and grey.
Rain falls mercilessly, trampling the land, attempting to deluge all in its way.
I remember this land. It was once my realm, my universe.
But no more, it is now a savage and broken world,
one which tries to grab onto my essence in an attempt to recover.
But I know that this realm, the reflection of my heart, is beyond all help.
I wonder, though I know the answer, who is responsible?
And then I see you. Nervously, I dare not meet your eyes; dare not call out to you,
Lest you disappear, fading away again.
How is this possible? I wonder, gazing at you by the corner of my eye.
How can it be that the Prince of stories, the master of dreams, fall so low?
How can a mortal, no matter how divine, ensnare the heart of an evil eternal?
I suspect Desire’s sweet hand, perhaps the arrows of Cupid, but I let it pass.
Never before have I felt such a sweet pain, such a pleasing torment.
You, who draws me close, like a siren’s call, are the one from whom I must run away.
For every second with you is heaven, a visit to Delirium’s realm,
but sadly, each moment with you, makes me mortal as well.
Each second away from you, I grow stronger, yet a part of me wonders.
What joy does power hold for me, which I cannot find in your sweet voice?
What happiness would I find even in eternity, which I cannot share with your twinkling amber eyes?
But I know the laws, the ancient treaties.
No matter how strong my feelings, they should never reach you.
I am the lord of dreams, and I know I never appear in yours.
Sadly, our worlds do not meet. Even if they did,
I am but a trespasser.
So as I watch my realm dissolve, as I see it fade into yours,
I swear on the First Circle, the sphere of dreams, on the hanging Sword and Shield,
That I shall always be here for you.
Like following a shining thread time flows on its course.
Your smile holds the warmth which melts my heart.
Like a faint dream, beautiful in its wake, I shall always treasure it.
Though our paths will not merge, our destinies are intertwined.
I can only walk through your time, being a protective shadow,
Even if fate, blowing blindly, estranges us, I shall still be there for you.
Like the earth yearning for the sky, I yearn for you, realizing that we must never meet.
While I wander, like an aimless sparkle, a fleeting illusion,
Even if the darkness takes hold of the light, and my past catches up with me.
I will be there for you, a dream lord captive to you.
