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

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

Pearly moonbeams of the night
Silver glow on all I see...

A lonely graveyard on the hill
Through twisted trees, I saw...

Warm Spring wind,
Streaming past my vale in swirling crescendos...

I looked up to the sky, the twilight rising,
In a Floridian park, saw a vision spellbinding...

I remember the Moon over the bay, at Sanibel
When we walked its golden sands, hand in hand...

By tropical waters, she waits by the shore
Waits for a man who comes by no more...

A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...

We meet again one dreamy night
Of emerald green on midnight's shore...

In the mystic moments of Winter's silent scene
Lies a realm of moonlight, so precious and serene...

Suspended from sleep like a feather floating in...
The ways of the night I feel...