Following a winding path up a hill...

Watching patterns weave through the mirrors of my...
Relaxed on tranquil streams that meander through...

Shirley, your shimmering blonde waterfalls...
Rapturous sphinx at the gates of Eros...

Ursa Major, through frosty clouds and the chill of...
Icy crystals of cirrus feathers drift...

Castle bricks
Strewn in disarray across a ragged hill...

Trails melt into forests grey
Midnight gloom on dreamy plains...

The Old Harbor
Went down to the sea today...

A moment lost in the September chill,
Spirit memories in the wind...

Golden lights shine in the distance
From my dreams, they summon me...

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

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

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