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...

Shimmering light on dawn's lake
A rising sun of caramel gold...

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

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

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

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

A forest pathway I follow
Through a distant misty hollow...

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

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

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

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