Astral Form

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