The waning moon is like a shadow on my heart Consumed by darkness ever since we’ve been apart My soul is weak My flesh it speaks Desire flaming Ever since we’ve been apart So I am longing, for our tender moons return Reunited, two hearts will burn Without her, there is barren hunger, nothing more An empty wasteland, with no moonlight as before She turns away My soul decays What use is longing When her moon can’t hear my song