Once upon a time on the eve of late May,
awake in his bed a young boy did lay.
On the verge of deep sleep but not yet quite gone,
he closed his eyes and let out a faint yawn.
He glanced out the window, what did he see?
Whatever he saw brought him great glee.
What he saw would make even the prettiest girls swoon.
What he saw was the face of old Mr Moon.
He jumped out of bed, looked out the window once more,
then he ran down the stairs and straight out the front door.
He followed the moon for an hour or so,
they pranced and they frolicked in the new-fallen snow.
They laughed and they played and indeed had much fun,
till the moon spoke the words “My time has come.”
“Must you go O moon, will you perish and die?”
With that Boy sat down and began to cry.
“Hush Young One, do not worry or cry.
You need not fret Dear Child for I surely won’t die.
Now you must wait through the long hours of day,
but when night comes, again we will play.
I now must go and you too should leave,
till tomorrow Young Child, please do not grieve.”
“Goodbye Mr Moon, goodbye and goodnight.”
He then watched the moon slowly drift out of sight.
He yawned a strange yawn, mixed with a sigh.
Then his mouth formed a smile and he closed his eyes.
Suddenly Boy woke up in bed,
he rubbed his eyes and scratched his head.
The feelings he felt so real they seemed;
Did it actually happen or had it all been a dream?