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

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

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

Passion night on a haunted golf course,
Late night swirling skies to that somber moment...

Wandering through the art gallery's madness,
With its swirling melting paints...

Meadow kingdom in the Summer wind,
Peyote clouds float on a sea of August skies...

Palaeologus by the sea,
Sitting by the waters of Time...

Driving by the last plastic boulevard,
I stagger onto Infinity Beach...

Like an opal road,
The windy avenues of imagination...

Magic marble purple, melting into the windy night,
She stands in the distance, on a hill...

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

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