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

The fire that feeds this restless poem
Is the burning vision of my sweet home...

A forest pathway I follow
Through a distant misty hollow...

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

In depths of this shaded glen
Where flows perfumed flowers' scent...

Fair Luna of the midnight sky
Omniscient pearl that brightly gleams...

From this verdant hallowed site
By the plains, forevermore...

Great gulf of mystery ships roll over a dew soaked...
Nimbus, the great stormy vapor that's exhaled from...

Walking along a moonlit beach,
The colors of night parade in a wind song...

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

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

The ghostly paths that wind
Through the silence of evening...