And then there was that time my boyfriend took off. The result of which? Another poem... Where Has Moises Gone? Moises Moises Moises, where are you? 88,000 google results (0.25 seconds) Did you mean: moise moses moses where are you? No, I meant Moises, where are you? Moises of the long and the wavy black hair, that is draping his shoulders and framing his dimples, wherever he may be. The nectar of my spirit has flown away, after stirring my heart, my desire and my dreams. Where has my sweet love gone? For we were, in love on the stairs, with fire in our veins, and there was scarce a good-bye in the air. To what remote part, to figure and sort, have you fine love of mine flown? Oh, fear is squeezing me tight. Cradling me close, in its arms tonight. After promising a day of pure delight, my love has vanished from sight.