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

You spent your last days in a hospital room
One month before your beating heart stopped...

Our evening walks on haunted trails
Where lies a ghostly mystery...

I recall now the colored shells
Strewn cross the beach of Sanibel...

Pastel, mescaline skyscrapers growing like...
Flowing shattering, splintering colored lights...

Silence like amber glass, flowing down to endless...
Silent mists float in cumulus waves 'neath the...

For my love that ever reaches thee in the dead of...
Across forested hills, its voice in ghostly echoes...