The moon is tormenting me tonight It’s not that it’s new, full or crescent-shaped or that its glimmer is enticing me with its beguiling grace messing with my mind and unsettling my soul It’s the reminder of our alienation the line that I drew in the sand and that you chalked on the pavement that burst the bond we thought was impermeable and made us drink from a shattered cup How could such wholeness have become so severed? We needed no words to reveal our emotions No colours to portray our dreams Now even volumes can’t mend the wounds And colours have faded to the greyness of grief I am not afraid of being alone It’s your solitude that plagues me It’s your suffering that is breeding mine Your despair is piercing every cell of my being Your tears are so harrowing that I have none left to shed I can only cry into the pool of agony that has been bored into my heart What was has been and can be no more We were on the verge of mutual annihilation And pleas to God could not have saved us For we, not God, were makers of our fate We’ll reenact this again in lives to come As we’ve done so often in those gone by The cycle is vicious and will only end When the sand in our hourglass has run out And found its way back to the sea of eternity