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

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

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

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

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

From points of rock on the river's edge
I see the swirling waters of Spring...

Typing emails through the night
Fervent letters in the dark...

Snake Warrior, his island sits
A coral fort above this marsh...

A windswept plain in morning light
Beneath the heights of ancient slopes...

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...

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