​The sun set
on my dreams.
On golden clouds
in pastel skies
the moon surfaced
on the deep blue sea.
Night descended
imposing mystery
My heart searches
nightmare horizons
for any trace,
searches constellations,
for the suggestion
of your face.
I am but a vagabond
begging alms for
my heart
starving for
sight of you
though we are
oceans apart.

M. Zane McClellan

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