One moon, for each of his eyes;
Two silver cylinders coined impressed in the sky.
Swept under a dusty layer of night
The thief came by,
And while storms thrived through mist
The ancient stars danced, and hissed
And as if possessed with twisted fright
The thief could no longer resist;
It was only fair, only right,
To steal a single sphere of light.
Like an egg he cracked the moon open
And out flooded a sea of white
It glowed through all the gaps of his shaded sight.
No shadows followed him No fear set alight;
Chains unbound to a freedom found
In a moon, once one with the night.
He cocooned himself by the globe’s side
Dreaming only of the light That bathed him knee-high,
And in that silent slumber he could not deny
The overwhelming desire to set free his self
And cry.
And from his eyes came bright stars
That dazzled his human mind,
Am I a god? He thought While white tears flooded seas once dry,
And now afraid, he looked to the sky
To find one moon, alone,
A single flickering eye to gaze up high
Towards the lonely oceans of the night.
Forgive me, moon! Please do not die;
Not yet, I wish to try to put things right..
Yet like spiders, the light scuttled far and wide
Disintegrated like pulverised dust
And as for the thief, the price he knew
Was his life,
A consumed life that must be sacrificed
To our Great Sky.
And while his breathless heart was drenched in gloom
The scattered fragments of his moon
Began to shudder, and climb up
To the eyes of the thief, now blind with grief
And transformed his soul to an orb of gold.
And the new born sun, on his fiery throne
Lifted his head from the shoulders of his night;
Condemned the dream, burst through its pale blue seams
And left our thief
With a moon in his pocket And an eye full of gleam.
