Astral Form

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Short poem about the beauty of space

At night I often become detached, freed from reality

Astral form high in the clouds, how clearly I can see

To Jupiter I set my course, pale shadows on its horizon

63 moons in front of me, Ganymede the largest rising

These cosmos hold the secrets, to the answers that I seek

Among the stars, serenity, meditating for weeks

Finally my mind breaks through onto another plane

A world of my own design, here I will remain


Submitted: October 07, 2015

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