The desolate graveyards of yesterday's tears
Are lying below me in wilderness clears...

A bank of mists burns scarlet gold
Across the dusk in Autumn skies...

Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...

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

Distant lover,
Cast your mournful spell across the evening's cold...

Shimmering light on dawn's lake
A rising sun of caramel gold...

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

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

I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...

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

Take this path unto the sea
Neath bright clouds, chalcedony...

The ghostly paths that wind
Through the silence of evening...