Empress of the Dream-Lit Land

 

Come, my empress of the dream-lit land,

Step softly into the crystal pond

A sacred mirror in my soul,

Where only you may wander,

And your footsteps awaken the light of dawn.  

Spring has sown its golden seeds

Whispered promises in the tender winds tonight;

Blossoms breathe their fragrant secrets

Into the waiting air,

Hoping to rest within

Your flowing midnight hair,

A tapestry of night and bloom,

Where dreams and dawn entwine.  

Let me gather every gentle scent

The jasmine’s breath, the rose’s blush,

And hide them in those silken waves,

A secret garden no eye can see

A sanctuary where my love softly grows,

Protected by the hush of dawn’s first glow.  

Your presence carries the quiet spell

Of sandalwood and early dawn,

A radiance that humbles even

The proudest beams of morning sun.

From crown to foot,

Your grace unfolds

A river of living light,

Flowing with the grace of eternity.  

To trace that glow with my breath alone

Would fill my soul with endless spring,

A cycle of rebirth in every sigh,

A promise wrapped in your divine bloom.  

As the pond reflects your shadow,

The waters tremble like a hymn

A sacred song that stirs the depths,

Even the lotus folds its petals,

Just to listen to your smile.

In that shimmering stillness,

Time itself forgets to move

For beauty rare as yours

Walks softly, leaving eternity in its wake.  

O sovereign of my silent realm,

One glance from you is enough

To turn my world into the first rain of spring

A fragrance rising from the earth,

A promise blooming in the wind,

A dawn that never ends,

Forever bound within your gentle grace.