How far, is it, to the moon?
And from where did I come?
How did I grow inside of you?
Was it magic or a miracle?
Where were you just now, I was lost?
Can you see the rain afar off?
I’ll be gone for the day, for the week.
What will I do, when I work in the world?
Will there be someone for me?
Did I hurt you when I moved away?
Did you call my name in the night?
How far, is it, to the moon?
We were all once seeds, held tight by a beautiful flower.
Old 8mm family film cuts from the ’60’s – south of Los Angeles.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 