This poem was inspired by the photo
of the haloed moon a friend sent me.
I think the photo is awesome!

~*~

(a bit tongue in cheek;-)

Who weeps for me, none but the owl
doth screech my pain in vain, for
I am left once more in my boudoir
alone, unfed, unloved, but well  bled
waiting for he who is not  around
the enigma who gets lost, and can't
be found,who is sometimes like the
beast who goes to ground~

^I weep looking out at the haloed  moon^ 

Where is the man of the hour, nowhere
in this vicinity is he,  aloof, alas ,alack,
somewhere on his back, but not with me
another she? who can it be, none that
I know, perhaps none at all for he does
fall into the category of neanderthal
and loves to hide in his cave of dreams
leaving reality to the sunbeams~

^I weep looking out at the haloed  moon^ 

Wherefore art thou O wolf of wonder
that howls under the haloed moon and
all too soon you seek what I have to give,
but only when you decide, until then you
like to hide, under the guise of surprise
but I must be ready at all times to receive
your elusive desire, even though I may
have lost my fire,waiting while you were,
I know not where, but my dear, it wasn't  here!

^I weep looking out at the haloed  moon^ 

etw