I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...

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

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

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

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

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

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

In depths of this shaded glen
Where flows perfumed flowers' scent...

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

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

Rivers flow down towards the bay
And with them, lifetimes swept away...

So here I am beside the lake
Where in past seasons I had run...