Walking along a moonlit beach,
The colors of night parade in a wind song...
In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening...
Making my way homeward through night's crimson...
Holding your memory dear in the harvest moon...
To cross dark meadows in pale light glowing...
Blue electric flame, working its magic,
Violet energy, burning like a phosphorescent...
Magic marble purple, melting into the windy night,
She stands in the distance, on a hill...
Like an opal road,
The windy avenues of imagination...
Driving by the last plastic boulevard,
I stagger onto Infinity Beach...
Palaeologus by the sea,
Sitting by the waters of Time...
Grey clouds drift from mist-soaked hills,
Draw dryads from woods pristine...
Meadow kingdom in the Summer wind,
Peyote clouds float on a sea of August skies...
Wandering through the art gallery's madness,
With its swirling melting paints...
Passion night on a haunted golf course,
Late night swirling skies to that somber moment...