Once, throughout the stillness of a sultry summer’s day
I slept, until the stars appeared and moon came out to play
And as she rose resplendently when sister sun had set
I rued the dying of that day with ruthless, raw regret
For I had spent it senselessly, let hours like sand all seep
My eyes I’d closed so carelessly, so spitefully in sleep
So blindly I did blunder when I let it sail away:
That wasted world of wonder of a sacred summer’s day