At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...

October winds, they came at last
Across the hills and ponds, they passed...

Silver lace spun cross the sky
Pierced by Luna's blazing eye...

I vanished in the midnight wind
Neath silver glare of hallowed moon...

Goodbye my friend, nothing remains
I fled from you on speeding trains...

Of distant dreams that call in the silence of...
Their resonance in tropic humidity...

On a hillside flowing with Spring's song
The palm trees swirl to the music of my heart...

Worn coral paths of history
Wind gently neath the evening shadows...

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

We meet again one dreamy night
Of emerald green on midnight's shore...

Spectral images,
Imbued in the depths of night's silence...

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