Breathless and quaking like the crumbling moon,
Shining on the night and to we below,
Whispering the words we already know,
Reflected in the eyes where lovers swoon.
And let us catch her falling fragments,
A keepsake of our unyielding passion,
Wistfully as love can be so ashen,
Fading by dawn’s birth in Luna’s absence.
Your eyes whispered a fated I know,
A sudden pause as a zephyrs did kiss we,
So we retreated into heart’s chateau,
In the timeless arms of would and could be.
Fortune scattered dead petals as her tears,
And our engagement ended all too soon,
A dagger to pierce through the lonely years,
And I did so crumble, just as the moon.
