In distant verdant hills

Where morning breaks 

After night laid

Uncomfortable in her moonlight bed

Tossed and turned on humid eddies

Dreamless through celestial progressions

I see her laying, sleepless 

Body kissed by lunar rays

White linen loose about her

Her eyes stare, tired, at the ceiling fan

Equating its futile spins

With her long and lonely past 

In such tropical esteem

On those sleepless nights

I wonder if her thoughts drift to me

And through the stratosphere and Van Allen belts

Find my dreams to join

Hemispheres and oceans away 

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