Moonchild

They say I made the moon. Everything was in the dark. No memories at all. Just a tiny freezing wind in my back. And I was sitting there singing a song I Had never heard before. Suddenly, a voice told me, "Keep on singing, little boy, and raise your arms For the big black sky. Raise your arms the highest you can so the Whole universe will glow." My first vision was a bush growing down the River, And I couldn't stop crying. Something was missing. I realized I was in love with a voice. I called it again and again, But all I heard was the echo and the Light.