I Know Why The Moon Cries



I know why the moon cries
He too will not see your voluptuous body aglow
Naked and majestic in the eerie light 
Within the darkness 
I will not press my hungering manhood
Within your thirsty mound of writhing flesh
Nor will we listen to you moan as you climax
In the divine illusion of a dream
Such events are but memories of foolish lovers
Voyeuristic delights of days gone by
I remember and mourn for passionate love in the open air
And like the lonely moon above
Tonight
I cry silent tears
For what cannot be.