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

Opal blue sea,
Oceanic clouds stretch out to forever...

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

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

Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...

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

In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed...

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

The desolate graveyards of yesterday's tears
Are lying below me in wilderness clears...

Rivers flow down towards the bay
And with them, lifetimes swept away...

A quaint hillside park, repository of memories in...
The mysteries of old Ireland rising like mist from...

Meadow kingdom in the Summer wind,
Peyote clouds float on a sea of August skies...