What it seems may not be where a hidden beam falls on your hair.

Scrape the waves, and shoot the flare. Moonlight bathes what wasn’t there It wasn’t there.

But we knew then the end was soon. Time don’t bend, so rake the moon.

Years ago, I knew none, except the glow, a braid undone.

Kept away, kept for fun. You did stay. While I did run. I did run.

I knew this road.I knew this room. Well, time don’t slow, so rake the moon.