Walking slowly in the paddock
Under the Milky Way
The wind is restless
Rustling, frisking, blowing
Turning, twisting, howling,
Murmuring, dead quiet
Are you calling to me
Bright star among others?
All stuck in the velvet of the night
When I look at you
The others disappear
You and I are alone , alive tonight
You glitter and your beauty is enough
To enable me to know I am alive
Illusion, megalomania
Who cares? not you, not me
For we know, across the eons
Of space and time
We are one and unique
Together linked eternally.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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