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...

The eternal marble of Ephesus bleeds its essence...
The essence of her poetry and myths, distilled...

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

In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening...
Making my way homeward through night's crimson...

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

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

Magic marble purple, melting into the windy night,
She stands in the distance, on a hill...

Like an opal road,
The windy avenues of imagination...

Driving by the last plastic boulevard,
I stagger onto Infinity Beach...

Palaeologus by the sea,
Sitting by the waters of Time...