The moon longed to join his lover the Earth,
who did not feel the depth of his love.
For she was entranced by the song of the thrush,
by the rippling stream and the sighing wind.
The sun eclipsed him and he wept in darkness.
Even over night he could not reign.
Ever since that time the moon fades
from full to a sliver of invisibility.
Waxing to bright hopefulness once again.