The castle songs, they drift tonight,
From Spain to the heights of Palmyra,
They ride the waves beneath moonlight,
Spinning sounds of dulcimer and lyre.

Gently sings the night,
A palm tree sways its slow serenade to the wind,
Gently calling me back,
On dark lanes kissed with shadow,
I walk neath a Floridian sky,

Opal blue sea,
Oceanic clouds stretch out to forever,
Cumulus billows far below,
Streaming forward on turquoise expanses,
Carried into higher mists, this silver bird, riding the heights of sky,

The Biltmore looms,
Stuck in a moment of opal stillness,
Serenading the wind,
Memories of another time, frozen in the October humidity,
Melancholy shades wandering its corridors in silence,

Serpentine passageway on cumulus highway,
A metal avenue to the gypsum horizon,
This road, in the wind of cloudy aeons,
Takes me to higher levels of evening,

The eternal marble of Ephesus bleeds its essence into turquoise etherscapes of thought,
The essence of her poetry and myths, distilled into lucid streams of midnight,

Walking along a moonlit beach,
The colors of night parade in a wind song,
Pastel shades of seashore, reverberate like heartbeats,
Night ruling high over this agate shore.

In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening roads,
Making my way homeward through night's crimson threshold,
Starlit dreams are melting across the ancient seasons,

Holding your memory dear in the harvest moon October,
To cross dark meadows in pale light glowing,
To the magic of the heart in mournful echoes,

Blue electric flame, working its magic,
Violet energy, burning like a phosphorescent sapphire,
Glowing energy, dancing to the rhythm of stars,
Writhing nebula of uncertainty,

El Dorado vision ascends skyward,
Galactic trails lead out into forever,
A spinning sky 'round faint Polaris in gyrating circles,
We all drown in blackness,

Magic marble purple, melting into the windy night,
She stands in the distance, on a hill,
High above the plains of Infinity,
The Goddess of Eternal Night,
Holding a torch of white fire,

Pretty as a star, distant as the horizon,
You are that all-knowing mystery,
Like a dream, silent, unfathomable,
Beckoning at the edge of infinity's meadow,

Like an opal road,

The windy avenues of imagination,

They make up my way on this Middle World thoroughfare,

On iridescent discs I glide,

To a great green forest world,

Driving by the last plastic boulevard,
I stagger onto Infinity Beach,
Mystical moon hanging like Truth over midnight's black horizon,
Spellbound and dazzled from an early morning dream,