When we cradled each other till noon,
memorized our heart beats and our wavering vocal cords to create our tune, 
we knew the dance would be over soon.
We told our heavy troubles to that chilling October moon.

We pleaded for it to lend us a simple boon.

Sure, maybe we were too greedy for more.
The moon yawned as she'd heard this before and allowed the wind to whisper, "children, love is a bore".

It said we wasted her time --but time, we have none.
He will pack his bags tomorrow when we see that jealous sun.