Alone With The Stars

Alone with the stars

And a rising moon

Holding the night in its glow

Hovering over all below

I can only gaze in wonder

Cool air in my tangled hair

Feeling I can almost touch the sky

My feet on the ground, the universe in my eye

I am both ending and beginning

On a tiny globe in space spinning

Yet, life feels large in this quiet, full of mystery

Standing on generation upon generation of history

Thinking who we are is who we were

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