| The sky is a deep, glittery purple I observe it from the window of my car | |
| The moon, half-hidden behind a cloud, Watches surreptitiously from afar. | |
| A million whirling feelings, A kaleidoscope of thought, | |
| Phantasmagoria of dreams fought Never to bring the sunset mourning | |
| Through all the timeless sleeping And piling through those endless fantasys | |
| I wonder so as I am watching the passing beauty of shining trees | |
| Is there still beauty life yet are many seeking to see | |
| So the night drapes in as I think And covers me with darkness |

