The Trident

The fiery spirit whispered in the air,
He told me there is a lost treasure
Somewhere hidden above the quicksand of death
Inside is a weapon
With three spearheads piercing
As if it could poke a hole in the sky

A quiet night will lead you to it
Follow the footsteps on the burning rainbow
The stars will dance and chant:
What you seek does not lay here!

And you
Will keep up the journey
Through the river valleys of Liebestraum
Carefully seeking that
Trident,
Engraved with the marvelous pearls 
The three secrets
To live in this world.

Instead you found a stick,
No spearheads piercing,
A pair of rounded ends,
Gently shaking the air’s hand.

The stars will dance and chant:
What you seek does not lay here!
What you seek does not lay here!
The fiery spirit whispered again
And again

So you will
keep up the journey
Through the river valleys of Liebestraum
Carrying that stick,
And try to learn
to shake the air’s hand.