Out my window each night at the stars I would stare
‘Til the dawn lit the sky with its pastel fanfare
With the moon I would talk, her light in my hair
Her cratered eyes asked, Really why do you care
About the ice melt and sea rise
And gun victims’ demise
About the power and excess that money buys
About all those hurt by politicians’ lies?
Entranced by the cosmos, mind suspended in space
My nebulous thoughts at light speed did race
Confusion spiraling all over my face
Until the fog cleared in a moment of grace
Though it’s true we are often fools who bray
Though often we’re cruel and make worse the fray
Still we’re all star stuff in the same Milky Way
We can’t help but shine through our own darkest day
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, June 2013. All rights reserved.
