Walking along a moonlit beach,
The colors of night parade in a wind song...

Diamonds, diamonds of the sea
Sparkling on the waves...

The fire that feeds this restless poem
Is the burning vision of my sweet home...

In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed...

From this verdant hallowed site
By the plains, forevermore...

Corinth lies in her rocky grave
Battered and burned beneath the loam...

A moment lost in the September chill,
Spirit memories in the wind...

The Old Harbor
Went down to the sea today...

The misty firmament above in the hours before the...
Swirls patterns deeply etched into the grey sky...

Voices scream across a red video sunset,
We've left our ocean behind with no regret...

Holding your memory dear in the harvest moon...
To cross dark meadows in pale light glowing...

In the realm of the king,
His sign, the crescent moon and Mars...