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

Silent shades of sapphire smoothness,
Smiling from shadowy corners, lies Mari-Ann...

I saw her just the other day
Swimming in a Western bay...

Pastel, mescaline skyscrapers growing like...
Flowing shattering, splintering colored lights...

Work your magic across the sky
Midnight Moon, pearlescent queen...

Spectral images,
Imbued in the depths of night's silence...

Midnight wind outside my window
Blowing through the trees with its mournful sound...

By tropical waters, she waits by the shore
Waits for a man who comes by no more...

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

Grass blowing in the wind by a sapphire sea,
Undulating hills under burning mesmerizing sun...

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

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