There was a moon
that night,
That shook my
comfortable existence
On this little Earth
And as I looked at the
stars
I almost lost my breath
I remembered what
the great men had said
That I was made from
the heart of dying stars
All of me was not
from here, but belonged out there
And as I closed my
eyes
I realised that
those twinkling lights
Were not just heavenly
bodies
But like an ageing photograph
Were the ghosts of my
family
Long since gone.
bobby stevenson 2013
photo: 8track.com
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