The ghostly shades of evening’s realm
In the shadows of windy oblivion
This place, forgotten to the world
Yet very much alive in the silence of the Summer’s midnight breezes
Ethereal world of jacaranda and palm
A thousand dreams buried in its dim indifference
Haunted park, with its nocturnal secrets shining neath a tropical Moon
And its flickering lights in the evening winds
And I, forever wandering its dark paths.
