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

A tower, high above in the blue dusk sky
Friends gathered neath astronomy's sacred place...

Fleecy froth dancing on pulsating waves of a misty...
Shaded by weeping willows...

To My Mari Ann
Emerald pools alive in your almond eyes...

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

The Biltmore looms,
Stuck in a moment of opal stillness...

Serpentine passageway on cumulus highway,
A metal avenue to the gypsum horizon...

Silent shades of sapphire smoothness,
Smiling from shadowy corners, lies Mari-Ann...