The castle songs, they drift tonight,
From Spain to the heights of Palmyra...

Gently sings the night,
A palm tree sways its slow serenade to the wind...

To walk down country roads during Spring's...
Neath the serene light of April's full moon...

Holding your memory dear in the harvest moon...
To cross dark meadows in pale light glowing...

Blue electric flame, working its magic,
Violet energy, burning like a phosphorescent...

In Crystal Depths
In crystal depths as dark as night...

Hazel blue anemone
In a little seaside cave...

A silver caravan of nocturnal gods
They float in silent procession...

Stars burning in the vault of the sky
Violet-tinged In my Winter season...

Bird songs sweet through windows, drift
Like my restless dreams that lift...

Hurricane spins in a churning sea
Storm driven winds across the depths...

Solitude rises like vapor from the still pond
Trapping me in depths of Winter...