I was a stargazer
thick-witted and nescient
below one fantastic light
after another
I was a sifter of dreams
collecting the gems and
disregarding the ones
that lacked promise
I was a roamer, a vagabond
a wide-eyed know-nothing
guided by a tempestuous
echoing mantra
until Love took my hand
and laid it upon her breast
and looked into my eyes
welcoming me home
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