There is a kind of fear that comes upon us:
Even those with all the world’s power.
There are nights when our own hearts overwhelm us,
And our very passions fill us with dread.
There is a time when one must wonder
What horror comes next,
What price one must pay for love or glory.
The bravest man is as a determined child,
The noblest warrior grows sick of blood.
Even the wisest sage finds his talents empty
In the lonely night—in the darkest hours.
But to see you there,
Sleeping at peace,
Or smiling at me with those infinite eyes
Banishes all fear,
Strengthens my heart,
And strips me of tomorrow’s worries.
To see you there,
To know your place—
Our place together,
Fills even the darkest hours
With a strange light,
Like wisps upon the wind,
Like the moon’s smile,
Like the mirror of your heart.