The moon flows in and out
The stars gather about
To listen to the moon's call
In rainbow rings
And pale white shawl
She speaks of the Pacific
Reminding them of waves gone by
She says that the Pacific
Has no memory
And they ask why...

He waves his farewells
And the white caps dance
And he knows they'll be gone
Once they awaken from their trance
Then they vanish from the earth
Like a candle burning out
And the Pacific
He forgets
What he was thinking about.

Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
August 2000