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

Our evening walks on haunted trails
Where lies a ghostly mystery...

On rails of steel, I flew away
O'er deep green swamp and windy bay...

From points of rock on the river's edge
I see the swirling waters of Spring...

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

Through the verdant trails, I climb
To this mountain rock sublime...

Pearly moonbeams of the night
Silver glow on all I see...

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

A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...

Poem Clouds
Puffy clouds in a turquoise sky...

In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
The warm summer winds that pull me downstream...

Realm of the night
Sanctum of all mysteries...