I'm floating above a sea of cloud,
I am oblivious,
The roaring winds are in my mind a meager breeze,
Loneliness overcomes all else.
The moon shines at it's zenith,
Stars dance around it jubilantly,
They attend to one another,
They are of but the same earth,
They taunt me.
I long for that which is one with me,
He is hundreds of horizons away,
And I am moving farther.
But the world is round,
We will meet again.
I look to the moon until then,
For if he's looking too,
We are bonded by thought.
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