Moon Giver

He promised me the moon was mine

for as long as I should live.

He promised me a lot of things

that weren't his to give

He'd make the stars my necklace,

a rainbow for my gown.

He'd pluck the sun from Heaven's hold

and fashion it my crown.

I cared not for his promises

of earth of sky above.

He promised me the moon was mine,

But he never promised love.

Bahira 1977