CelloMoon

It’s definitely the cello 
which still haunts me 
it sounds like a 
wolf just this side
of the timber line 
calling to or for 
its one and now
lost love I think 
that it’s the late
summer moon which doesn’t 
haunt the skies until 
just before dawn stealing 
some of the morning’s 
sunrise reminding me that 
while like the love 
that I don’t feel 
currently it’s still there 
even if but briefly 
Both cello and moon
are not my ghosts 
but my reminder angels