Lights come and go, into the wild.
Crazy flashing sets of waves, in threes.
Noise streams love, from the sea.
Favorite spots, world's away- from here.
Times that one comes and goes.
Some things remain the same.
The nights become days, full of dreams.
Anyone can feel the touch.
Sun shines back as the moon shies away.
Lost without sense of words or reason.
- KPS 7/27/08