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

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

A scintillating galley sails out into the forever...
One ship receding into the far horizon calling...

Shadow land, the labyrinth of human dreams,
Cosmetic soldiers of java espresso amphetamine...

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...

Grey clouds drift from mist-soaked hills,
Draw dryads from woods pristine...

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

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

In youth, I left Hispania
Drawn by the lust for wealth and gold...