One day in blue-moon Septembersilent under a plum tree,I held her, my silent pale love,in my arms like a fair and lovely dream.Above us in the summer skieswas a cloud that caught my eye.It was white and so high up.And when I looked up,it was no longer there.
~Bertolt Brecht

One day in blue-moon September
silent under a plum tree,
I held her, my silent pale love,
in my arms like a fair and lovely dream.
Above us in the summer skies
was a cloud that caught my eye.
It was white and so high up.
And when I looked up,
it was no longer there.

~Bertolt Brecht