Waltz
Chapter 1: The Flightless Time
Dreams and reality. They are two different things. But they are the same because they both are. Different worlds.
And Lord Conrad Weller knew that too well. As he too has experienced the ungratefulness of dreams and reality.
Kiss me sweet I'm sleeping
In silence,
All alone in ice and snow…
'The
long spring day,
its mists rising,
before I know it
has
turned to twilight,
and the heart that crowds my chest
hurts me
so'
In your eyes I search for
my memory,
Los in vain so far in the
scenery,
Hold me tight and swear again,
And again we'll never be apart,
'I
moan
like the mountain thrushes.
Then from the mountains
where
our great Lord,
a god aloof…'
We set sail in the darkness of the night,
Out to the sea…
To find me there…
To find you there…
Love me now if you dare…
…is
pleased to wander,
a wind comes blowing,
and as I stand
alone,
morning and night,
it turns back my sleeve
and I
think how auspicious
is that one word "back"!'
Kiss me sweet…
'I
call myself a man of spirit,
but on this journey,
grass for a
pillow,
my thoughts keep going back—
no way to stop them—
and
like the fires that burn
when fisher girls of Ami Bay
boil down
their salt…'
I'm sleeping in sorrow,
All alone to see you tomorrow…
'these
memories burn
deep within my heart.
along
side with envy and guilt,'
In my dream I'm calling your name
you are my love…
'Because the winds across the mountain
blow without cease,
each
night in sleep unfailingly
I think with longing
of my love back
home,'
My love…
'To the place which I belong to.'
'Thank you. …' a man said standing in front of a grave.
'And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you.' As he said those words he broke into tears. Reached for the grave stone and fell to the snowy ground.
Then it started to snow so beautifully. On that beautiful morning.