A Full Moon

A full moon punches a hole in the darkness the stairs (like my bones) creak on my way to bed I know I shall not sleep well for fear of death. I am greeted by a blinding new sun- as it creeps through the gap in my ragged curtains dust dances merrily around my room. A new day- another to endure or enjoy wishing an end to this existence-yet fearing it and an open window beckons me outside. My old mirror shows a reflection of the past I no longer try to conceal beauty that has vanished what once was and is no more. My old coat hangs precariously on a rusted nail should I venture and watch the boats as they sail shall I see beauty that like me is transient and fades?