Look up, behold the garnet star
High up in starry heavens far
Bright amber jewel that shines pristine
What ancient secrets have you seen
Over a distant desert void

Fair Aurora,
Paints her sky with brush strokes of amethyst
On misty clouds, she rides
Past the glory of the Morning Star
A sea of opal pours through gates of sleep

Intrepid these winds that swirl through the listless night,
On white marble clouds that coalesce in silence
They carry a certain malice,
Surging forward from the deep ocean far

So here I am beside the lake
Where in past seasons I had run
And so much time, ill winds would take
For middle age had just begun.

A cold moon burns in Autumn sky

Ring of green round melting pearl
Fountain streams up to the sky
Drowns my past as waters swirl
Memories go drifting by.

Images that were my past
Oppressively, my mind, they'd rake

The forest's sweet scents, they flow through the trees
As I look upon a distant blue bay
From my wooden bench in gentle, cool breeze
I take in the peace of this tranquil day.

By Newport's waters, I once met
A fair maid on the windy beach
We talked and soon the stage was set
For love that lay within our reach.

To party music, we did sway

Desert star of melting silver,
Gleaming through the clouds
The crossroads of desert merging in midnight's gloom,
From here to Persepolis

Shahrazad, dancer of the night
Behind the purple lattice of Persian screens
You dance to the rhythm of ancient music
Swirling in the mirth of frankincense
Spinning into the night.

On rails of steel, I flew away
O'er deep green swamp and windy bay
Through thick pine woods and coastal hills
To purge my life of all its ills
And left behind south Florida

Through the verdant trails, I climb
To this mountain rock sublime
Here amidst the rustling oaks
Ancient tales, the wind evokes
Deep green worlds await me here
And the swift elusive deer

When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost
Near the lake, they often flock
On the paths, in youth, I crossed.

Breaking waves upon the beach

A lonely graveyard on the hill
Through twisted trees, I saw
Its occupants so very still
Beneath the windy moor.

I saw their lichened, grey headstones
In twilight's dying light

Silver curtains of moonlight,
Undulating slowly over glowing hillsides
Bathing me in their radiance.

My moonlight walk,
Through darkened, foliaged passageways,

Wind rustling through eternity's acres
In a pastel land of green and shade
Spirits of the woods on quiet paths
Move with the breeze, into dark recesses