‘Grandparents and grandchildren’
Moulded mud of the earth,
Gifted by distant deaths,
Of the stars passing on,
Born from celestial beginnings,
One follows the last,
Wrapped in a gravity of their love,
We are all but galaxies,
Playing in the dancing ocean light.
Moulded mud of the earth,
Gifted by distant deaths,
Of the stars passing on,
Born from celestial beginnings,
One follows the last,
Wrapped in a gravity of their love,
We are all but galaxies,
Playing in the dancing ocean light.
