Asleep I stray to crystalline woodlands Down moonlit paths bestrewn with jeweled 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 jadeTo Her your life has been lovingly made She cares not for the sins you are confessingWith a pearl like smile She bestows her blessing. Upon Her throne of topaz and turquoise Her beauty transcendent with grace and poi...