Watching patterns weave through the mirrors of my...
Relaxed on tranquil streams that meander through...

Shirley, your shimmering blonde waterfalls...
Rapturous sphinx at the gates of Eros...

Ursa Major, through frosty clouds and the chill of...
Icy crystals of cirrus feathers drift...

I sit in dark meadows, awaiting the dawn,
Ringing cicada symphony, calling out to me...

Castle bricks
Strewn in disarray across a ragged hill...

Grass blowing in the wind by a sapphire sea,
Undulating hills under burning mesmerizing sun...

Solitude rises like vapor from the still pond
Trapping me in depths of Winter...

Forest roads, winding through the blackness of...
Beneath the watchful eyes of Heaven...

A quaint hillside park, repository of memories in...
The mysteries of old Ireland rising like mist from...

For my love that ever reaches thee in the dead of...
Across forested hills, its voice in ghostly echoes...

Dreams of misty Babylon, of moonlit deserts
Of tales of knights of the infinite sands...

Pastel, mescaline skyscrapers growing like...
Flowing shattering, splintering colored lights...