Moon Series 2016 - Day 10

Waxing Gibbous 8:31 p.m.

It's a dragon-eye moon
nestled in a bed of black velvet
our own narcissism,
dim as faded youth,
pales in comparison
as the sky plays along,
setting the darkness deeper
turning up the chill
while my heart thumps
at the curtain of cobweb clouds
and the rustle of something
used to the moon
perhaps wondering why I've chosen
to forgo warm light and wine
for a frozen nose
and my own crystal breath
billowing out,
a questionable backdrop,
to an unforgiving moon.