Hijo de la Luna

“Hijo de la Luna”

The moon was big and bright that day,
The boy watched her from far away.
He made a promise to himself,
To love the moon,
His heart did swell.
As he grew into a man,
He realized he would need a plan,
And so love indeed beat out fear,
The man whispered into her ear.
On one night, oh, how it was wild,
The moon told the man she was with child.
The man grew joyous, then morose,
Started crying, uncomposed.
The moon realized then what was wrong,
And so too she then cried along.
For like the moon can’t grip a gun,
How ever would she hold her son?
The thunder brays, the lightning cries,
To honor the day the moon’s heart died.