Passion night on a haunted golf course,
Late night swirling skies to that somber moment,
A moment when all ceases to matter,
Flickering light in winds beneath the Milky Way,
All that's left from these Summer seasons,
Sits here, stark reality, shimmering in the heat lightning,
Cement catacombs of sleep reflected in the starlight of centuries.
Cease all thoughts to the roar of the blinding Moon!
