Astral Projection
A comet's stellar echo wakes me,
or is this the dream (?)
Looking around I find myself hovering over the distant Earth,
a tiny blue dot emersed in a cluster of dazzling lights.
Bursting fireworks against the ink-black darkness,
an aurora sheen reflecting against the moving asteroid belt.
We are all made of star dust,
it's time to catch a shooting star and hitchhike a ride home.
Astral Projection
A comet's stellar echo wakes me,
or is this the dream (?)
Looking around I find myself hovering over the distant Earth,
a tiny blue dot emersed in a cluster of dazzling lights.
Bursting fireworks against the ink-black darkness,
an aurora sheen reflecting against the moving asteroid belt.
We are all made of star dust,
it's time to catch a shooting star and hitchhike a ride home.