Why does the October full moon
seem so lonely, yet so bright?
Why does her luminous light
seem so still, without flicker?
Why does solitary moonlight
fill my dreams with deep mysteries
keeping me awake as I sleep?
Why does the moon remind me
there is more to life
than what the sun can show?
Why do such questions
linger inside me
like hungry grey wolves
scouring the woods for prey?
Why is there no rest, until
I make peace with this October moon?
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Poetic Alchemist 
Floots: Thanks. That it is!
Nasra: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
I meant through your words …and that the moon’s work
Romantic sad ….the moon …leaves me wondering though your words
“that old devil moon” as the song said
wonderfully beguiling
Thanks Dan…Yes it is. Maybe I shouldn’t have had two martinis last night. LOL.
Thanks Polona…A mystery indeed.
she’s a mystery and so are we
beautiful, don.
Good question.