Upon All Hallows Eve gypsy swayed
Seduced with glittering moonlight...

Time glistens within eyes.
Though Camera breaks...

Upon mine hollow heart beats thy night
Twas fireflies which grace mine soul...

Magic
From your fingers...

Secret—Why do thou haunt thee morning...
Twas soul tears which trickled down fragile face...

Tonight, Tonight, where shall I find myself...
Though these feet ache from walking, land covered...

Twas another faded rose tonight,
when summer sun did set...

Midnight, sleeping beneath canopy
of stars, of which morning prospers...

It struck thunder beneath waves,
Splashed disgrace upon my brow...

With the grace of the lone white dove flying...
Hands folded, with gentle care, material between...

Too much seen through cloudy eyes,
Of which I should never myself see...

Drowning within sea of obscurity,
walking but never on ground...