ECLIPSED (though not yet finished)

In the night
when the cold winds meander their way through
and the dew falls from the full moon;
I sit by the fire.
I sit and watch, and wait, for the one thing i've been waiting for,
as usual,
but maybe this time it's one time too many
maybe this time i've pushed my luck too far.
I can't say for sure, but it's getting dark now
and the moon falls from grace, ever-laughing, ever-crying-
who knows which, but it will soon diminish completely
much like the fire that once burned bright; now:
a smoldering pile of heat and ash.
The wood no longer recognizable,
my dreams no longer tangible, though
i guess they never were.
My conjured masterpiece has all but dissipated
mingling with the smoke of the dying fire
and vanishing just the same.

And so I sit,
without the moon,
without the fire,
without my dreams,
without hope?
without you,
without me, at least the better parts of me; an empty shell left behind
much like the former abode of cancer the crab...

©TMC