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...

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

Time sends its vapors across the sapphire sky,
So sad, so real, in this blue moment...

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

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

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

Voices scream across a red video sunset,
We've left our ocean behind with no regret...

Hazel blue anemone
In a little seaside cave...

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

Clouds of jasmine drifting under the golden haze...
High above my house, drifting in from the ocean...