Muse In Space
They say in space, no one can hear screams;
so I go there in sleep just to scream.
OBE’s are one beautiful escape;
muse must release to create and
she has a lifetime to scream about.
On Mars, is a pyramid temple,
in which to pray alone.
No interruptions are there;
just soul and source.
Muse and I will re-harmonize while,
riding a Saturnian carousel.
Galaxies of healing can catapult Muse to freedom;
I go along, a shoulder for Muse to cry on and
to revel in her self-expressions.
Classrooms on many planets are run by teaching angels;
each course, Muse and I take;
lessons for life; polarizing my soul.
Absinthian dreams bring temporary freedom to
mortal memory but, Muse and I, take an astral swim;
each journey a field trip through another black hole is enlightenment.
I carved an inspired poem,
into the rocks of a planet in the Milky Way;
Muse illustrated it.
In the Horse head Nebula, I sculpted a horse;
Muse gave it a mate.
We hone our skills, in space, after our screams;
we harmonize and galaxies dance to our music.
Our successes are the laughter and celebration;
without the screams, there is no joy.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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