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
