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.