eight thousand light years from Earth
she gave birth
to logs and ember
cinder and me

this place is not haunted
but there is a ghost
he said he would find me here

me alone in the northern hemisphere
a year has gone by
since you left me 

I will write one letter, one goodbye
and place it in front of the fireplace
I will wait for the ghost to show his face
and then I’ll leave the galaxy


[above fragment from Black Moon (1975)]