once upon a morning
i saw the moon walking,
smiling in her newfound anonymity;
she was walking with a warrior
who introduced her, reluctantly, to me;
once upon an afternoon,
i walked the moon to a place
where we enjoyed some shake and shade;
she opened up her lunar life to me
and I felt lucky to be there; who would not be?
once upon an evening,
i sat beside the moon chanting,
laughing in delight she shone
in silver resplendence, in alabaster dream, and in majestic pearl;
i should have known such moments cannot last.
once upon a nightcloud
the moon left, and disappeared;
now all my mornings are drab,
all my afternoons are dreary and dry,
and all my evenings have lost color and meaning.
i would cry if i was in the wrong,
and that’s what’s saddest in this song.