Creating a Rhythm and Jazz

Following the trail of stardust I float to Jupiter Looking for answers But alas they are elusive and unkind I do not understand or fathom rudeness Upon my return my eyes flutter in relief REM sleep takes me deeper and deeper Poetry can be written another time Tonight there is nothing No inspiration Don’t give up an ancestral voice whispers She has answers And questions I had never thought to ask We create together, this cosmic visitor and I There is a rhythm and a jazz that resonates familiar Upon awakening all is lost