My Nightly Travels
Body has insomnia, soul and imagination have astral travel
Distressing eve, breathing cannot get comfy
My dreams follow prominent star lit path through cosmos
silver cord stretches from planet to planet
my reposing body pretends we are still in there
exuberant snoring at the shell, big pretense
soul and imagination hold hands, ready for nightly travels
angelic singers and delightful animals are found along the path
astral travel spies forever-after-ancestors, all with advice of course
we receive instructions from our spirit guides,
our power animals vie for attention – wolf, deer, and eagle.
I wake up sputtering, shocked I was asleep
Something had hit my chest hard.
Soul and imagination have returned.
Horrible landing re-entry.
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