Grey clouds drift from mist-soaked hills,
Draw dryads from woods pristine...

Meadow kingdom in the Summer wind,
Peyote clouds float on a sea of August skies...

Wandering through the art gallery's madness,
With its swirling melting paints...

Passion night on a haunted golf course,
Late night swirling skies to that somber moment...

Shadow land, the labyrinth of human dreams,
Cosmetic soldiers of java espresso amphetamine...

Great gulf of mystery ships roll over a dew soaked...
Nimbus, the great stormy vapor that's exhaled from...

A scintillating galley sails out into the forever...
One ship receding into the far horizon calling...

Love hangs over the sea of Sanibel,
In the warm depths of summer...

I sit in dark meadows, awaiting the dawn,
Ringing cicada symphony, calling out to me...

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

All knowing rain gods shimmering in the breeze,
Taking the form of dampened trees...

If you could see the tapestry of life on which all...
Then you'd feel the purpose to which we've all...