At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...

I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...

A lonely graveyard on the hill
Through twisted trees, I saw...

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

Warm Spring wind,
Streaming past my vale in swirling crescendos...

I looked up to the sky, the twilight rising,
In a Floridian park, saw a vision spellbinding...

I remember the Moon over the bay, at Sanibel
When we walked its golden sands, hand in hand...

We meet again one dreamy night
Of emerald green on midnight's shore...

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

Rivers flow down towards the bay
And with them, lifetimes swept away...

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

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