Worn coral paths of history
Wind gently neath the evening shadows...

Intrepid these winds that swirl through the...
On white marble clouds that coalesce in silence...

When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...

I vanished in the midnight wind
Neath silver glare of hallowed moon...

I hear your voice reverberate
Captured on crumbling acetate...

This spectral world, where few have tread
As Summer days to Autumn pass...

Cottony lace surging across the season's sky
And starry jewels scintillating in dreamy heavens...

Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue...

October winds, they came at last
Across the hills and ponds, they passed...

Small town, it sleeps neath darkened skies
Time to reflect as I unwind...

At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...

A bank of mists burns scarlet gold
Across the dusk in Autumn skies...