To be forever dreading the clock,
The waxing and waning of the moon –
Knowing any phase could be the last.
It is all so beautiful to live in the moment,
When any could turn upon you,
Lift you in its grasp and claim you.
You will never look lovelier in their eyes than you do now,
Never again feel this moon, this sun, this touch.
Mortality is a curse we have all been doomed by.
We will never be here again.