It’s with regret I sail from Moon
and seek the holy, sunlit noon;
for pride had turned my face from her
and bore her sorrow, undeserved.
It’s with regret I greet the Sun,
tears fill my eyes with night undone;
for she is with me, even now,
though hate has filled her every how.
For her I had tied to a string,
and in her eyes I was a king.
Yet quick was I to ignore
the song she sang that I adored.
She brought me to forgotten shores;
opened mind and opened doors.
She loved me with unceasing smile;
unreturned, unreconciled.
For I was not yet King of Night;
the Sun should be her sole delight.
Yet I had dared to steal the throne
before I’d made my stellar home.
Now fast I fly approaching Sun
embracing light, the truth, the one,
and soon, I trust, my quest will end;
that once again we may be friends.
For I have learned a secret old:
that Sun and Moon together hold
a Lunar dance in midday sky
that I may see her freed from night
And tell her that I did not mean
to cut her heart and make her bleed.
To look into her cratered eyes
and finally apologize.