The hunters Moon

I walked out late at night.    
The moon was shining so so bright.    
I thought to myself .....Life !    
There's no rhyme or reason to it all.    
Just a lovely feeling & a lovely sight.    
Just looking at a moon so big n bright.  
   
Viewing natures awe and wonder.    
A chance to Just stop and stare.    
Cares of the world fade away.    
When moments of bliss occurs.    
To feel contented and at peace.    
   
Later that day in a pub having a quiet pint.    
I met a fella I've never met before.    
Only heard of him a long time ago. We got chatting.    
Quickly we realised, we knew a lot of the same folk.    
I asked about him and i asked about her.    
Everyone mentioned we knew.
   
I ventured to ask about Alan.    
Curious to know how Alan is doing.    
The fella replied.... I was his carer up to the end...    
He died last year.... with cancer after a silent pause.    
   
The shock of hearing rolled over me.    
As memories came flooding back.    
Protests in Hyde park, Smokie bears, parties,    
Alternative London, The Furry Freak Brothers.    
In squats flats & houses one in a Paradise rd.       
It was there that i first met this fellas mum and dad.    

At one of Alan's,party's. Strom was his second name.    
I think of others too, now gone, all older than me.    
Folk that helped me along taught me right from wrongs.    
Of all the hippy's i knew,  Alan is probably the last  
Its sad that i'll never get to meet him again or the others.    
   
So when I think back to the moon shining so bright.    
I recall what i thought too.    
There's no rhyme or reason to life.    
Just lovely thoughts & feelings.    
Knowing that they too all looked at a lovely moon.