Stardust and the Crescent Moon
Good told Abraham to look to the stars,
your descendants will be as numerous as the stars.
Not the moon, not the sun
but every single star will be your blessing.
When i walk out at the crockcrow and look to the sky,
I know my father is sitting up there.
He is the only planet that shines at such an early time.
They think I’m crazy,
I know I am.
I’m the stardust composed
from the songs sung by the morning star
A gentle scar in the morning skies.
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