A tower, high above in the blue dusk sky
Friends gathered neath astronomy's sacred place...

Fleecy froth dancing on pulsating waves of a misty...
Shaded by weeping willows...

To My Mari Ann
Emerald pools alive in your almond eyes...

The ghostly shades of evening’s realm
In the shadows of windy oblivion...

Opal blue sea,
Oceanic clouds stretch out to forever...

The Biltmore looms,
Stuck in a moment of opal stillness...

Serpentine passageway on cumulus highway,
A metal avenue to the gypsum horizon...

The eternal marble of Ephesus bleeds its essence...
The essence of her poetry and myths, distilled...

In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening...
Making my way homeward through night's crimson...

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...