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

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

On rails of steel, I flew away
O'er deep green swamp and windy bay...

From points of rock on the river's edge
I see the swirling waters of Spring...

Take this path unto the sea
Neath bright clouds, chalcedony...

Through the verdant trails, I climb
To this mountain rock sublime...

Pearly moonbeams of the night
Silver glow on all I see...

Palaeologus by the sea,
Sitting by the waters of Time...

A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...

Poem Clouds
Puffy clouds in a turquoise sky...

In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
The warm summer winds that pull me downstream...

Waves and foam, the endless surf
Crashing on the shipwreck rocks of Maine’s...