Stars
A sky lit by a thousand sparkling stars, and a moon full and dominant in the night,
sand that is made up of billions of tiny fragments of diamonds sent down from the gods of old as a gift,
Listen to the gentle sounds of the sea and let us recall-
the laughter of children when the bright sun shone and scorched their skin.
I know what lies beyond the sea and I do not seek it-as you did,
foreign lands held no promise and the Motherland held me.
My tired eyes look to the heavens and I cry out to the gods
as they reign there as they did once on this land.
I hear the owl on her nightly search for prey,
and think of all that I have lost.
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