clair de lune

the past is nothing but a flicker,
then suddenly our future looms

weary of the choices,
yet still staring at the moon

the world is never changing,
just an eclipse of past meeting future

i suppose we all lie alone,
thinking of what has passed -
and what is yet to come.

have we lived?
or does life have more in store?

is my world one of passion,
jealousy or hate?

or perhaps is it golden, tainted
with love and hope.

i suppose it is all, mixed in a brewing pot,
take a sip - this is life,
play it -

claire de lune, the eclipsing of life.