I had Someone in the Sky

When I was very little,

I had someone in the sky.

Gleaming in gentle light,

His creamy face always smiled.
 
I could never wonder,
How he went there.
I did never wonder,
How he returns from there.
 
How he returns from there,
With his beautiful hare,
To give me curd and honey
That I shall share.
 
And, did he ever return?
I did not care.
 
I grew up, to learn truth.
It was only a far away moon.
And never he had felt
The warmth for him in my hart’s depth.
 
So I let the truth pull him out of my sky,
 I wrapped him with my childhood dreams
And buried him in an old memory.
And I made his tomb out of moon.

 

 I made his tomb out of moon.

To feel so lonely, to feel this sad,

As my skies no longer have

Someone with love, in the sky above.

 

Now, I wonder sadly,

Was the truth worth my Uncle Moon?