Asleep I stray to crystalline woodlands, 
On moonlit paths bestrewn with sparkling sands, 
In search of the Lady who wears the crown. 
My precious Princess to whom I bow down.

Her palace is made of sapphire and jade.
For her my life has been lovingly made.
She cares not for the sins I'm confessing
With pearl like smiles she bestows her blessing.

Upon her throne of topaz and turquoise, 
Her beauty transcendent with grace and poise,
She stretches forth her gem bedecked finger,
And with her soft touch such joy will linger.

Through windows of quartz the moon is shining,
Through all the woods my soul she's defining.
My heart she caresses with such fine charm. 
She gives out injunctions that do no harm.

The forest of crystals shimmers so bright,
As stars fill the heavens with fairy light.
My Lady exists in my thoughts and dreams.
She never will leave my visions, it seems.

What matters in the emerald greenwood
Is how we love and share hope as we should.
With words that soothe and forsake all the greed
I follow my love, who helps those in need.

And these are not words that I may reject,
Or toss by the wayside without respect.
What matters most of all for me, you see,
Is that my Lady will be there for me.

Whether awake or if we're still sleeping,
Strong oaths were made that we will be keeping.
Even if crystalline woods should shatter,
It was but a dream and does not matter.

What matters most in the end we both see
Is what we are now and what we will be.
I bow to my Lady inside my heart,
And keep living the dream, playing my part.