The realm of your imagination holds my fascination
These things you see inside your mind are real
The worlds that you create, a wish to be submerged there into
Shame that such a daydream visitation can't be shared in quite that way
I might be wrong
Believe me wrong
Maybe I might float behind those eyes
Your presence lends an energy profound
Inspiration spawns with ease and lifts along the drapes of dawn
Here on the verge of merging with your reveries
Where there is surely more for you and I to see and do
To where do you most want to daydream wander
I'll attempt to set the vivid stage
A land where mossy cliffs surround the mountains
And forest lore tells of another age
Orin sits before the door, lute in lap and concentrating
The sound of twinkling strings, a pause
Grinding, rumbling stone
The doors recede into the walls
The darkness calls
Arianna shrugs and leads the way
I hope I can at least provide a soundtrack
Ballads for enchanted lands in lieu of role and play
So should Arianna meet a bardic wanderer with a lute
Perhaps she'll play a song for him that day
You are a revelation
You are my dream