Remember How The Old Moon Sang?

The youngest of Angels remembered your name
And swore to uphold your sanctuary.
Father Time still chased Mother Earth
In the vast reaches of her Garden.

Eternity still echoed in your early ears,
And the Galaxy was a lily pad in your pond.
Brothers and Sisters and All In-Between had
Yet to realize themselves.

The Old Moon sang the seas home
And quelled your aching arteries.
The Old Moon sang your Name
In a warble beyond Words.