I was lying awake in the dark,
I was looking at the bright stars.
The wind was blowing hard
With the message of the far,
The wind was whispering in my ears
I t had secrets to be shared.
The stars were leaning over me
Like they had never seen me.
My ancestors, my friends
Once were with me, now all dead;
They were looking at me
I was looking at them.
They sent me the message,
Through the mist and the rain.
I was ready to go
My soul was ready, my body was too.
I slept in the dark;
I slept in the night-sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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