It was not very long ago
That the moon was nearly full
Even though the sky was dark
The moon still had its pull
The moonbroch was bright
And the night air was cool
The clouds drifted carefreely
They looked like cotton wool
I’m not sure what happened then
But the last time I saw
The cimmerian sky was empty
And the light was awfully low
As a rain cloud shifted its stance
Amid a sheepish star platoon
With an unsure glow in the sky
Was the waning crescent moon
I don’t know what to blame
Is it the time or the spin of the earth?
Is it the clouds wandering from nowhere
Or is it the primacy’s dearth?
But one thing like the sky
Is dark but clearly true
The waning crescent, today
Tomorrow will be the new moon
But there’s yet another truth
Though the beauty of the moon did die
Even in the blinding darkness
The moon will be on Earth’s side
Just like it all went waned
There will be another day
If the moon chooses to wax
That it’ll be full again