When the moon was a silver queen
And the sun was a golden king,
Then the Earth was a tangle of jungle
With a few green fields between.
A man in a cave that he made his home
Scratched lines upon his walls
That plotted the paths the planets made
On midnight's star strewn dome.
The man believed what he saw with his eyes
And knew what he touched with his hand.
He soared with his mind where he could not walk
To solve what he watched in the skies.
The man knew well how a stone fell,
It fell in a special way. He could compute
Beyond dispute the way the skies could form.
And his clear mind could also tell
That things many thought mysterious
Like wizards whizzing through the trees
And dragons roaring through the woods
Should not be accepted as serious.
As time went on his ideas spread
And the world became more practical.
People learned that the Moon was a rock
And the Sun was a fire, hot and red
While the stars that all could see
Moved in a space vast and far away
 
And vanished in the Sun's bright day.
So all the world soon did agree
That the man made obvious sense.
The dragons and wizards melted away
A rock became no more than a rock
And the universe grew quite immense.
But the man in his cave would stare at his fire
And think of the Moon as a silver queen
And dream when the Sun was a golden king
And wondered, deep down, of desire.