Last night, what man looked at the same stars as do i tonight.
where is he or she who gazed up yesterday's eve
who looked up last night to meet the archer
like i greeted him tonight?
Which man, woman or beast
gazed at the stars to the east
on any of the nights gone past this week
whether by chance, purpose or answers they seek
Over whose heads did tonight's stars hang
when the moon was last full
under these stars was there anyone who sang
when the zodiac was still in the bull
in whose eyes did sparkle these lights
sparkle the year before,
these lights of infinite nights
in whose eyes,via surface or floor
tens of years ago
was there anyone I'd know
who stood under these stars
so the skies will fly
as they ever have flown
for longer than people have known
till long after the last man would die
our forefathers and mothers
made love under these same skies
our ancestors killed and ate
in the light of this very heavenly pate
from monkeys we came
from the ocean, all the same
millenia ago, as nights washed to and fro
on this curtain the winds of time would blow
In ages past they have inspired
men to believe them gods, fools
and even holes for ghouls
to heaven's pyres.
But to me they are a father that never died
a mother that never shy'd
a family that never crumbled
and a love i never fumbled.
- Stark Botha
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