Gently sings the night,
A palm tree sways its slow serenade to the wind...

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

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

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

Blue electric flame, working its magic,
Violet energy, burning like a phosphorescent...

Hazel blue anemone
In a little seaside cave...

Hurricane spins in a churning sea
Storm driven winds across the depths...

Stars burning in the vault of the sky
Violet-tinged In my Winter season...

Bird songs sweet through windows, drift
Like my restless dreams that lift...

Time sends its vapors across the sapphire sky,
So sad, so real, in this blue moment...

A silver caravan of nocturnal gods
They float in silent procession...

Castle bricks
Strewn in disarray across a ragged hill...