Cottony lace surging across the season's sky
And starry jewels scintillating in dreamy heavens...

I hear your voice reverberate
Captured on crumbling acetate...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By tropical waters, she waits by the shore
Waits for a man who comes by no more...