Saturnian Dreams
On Saturnian nights I rise;
homing in on apogee and perigee,
my soul rises.
Free-floating energy mingles,
with crackling static;
my body feels nothing and I feel no body.
Crystalline ice in hydrogen milk,
can float my soul forever;
safe in its womb, am I.
A celestial merry-go-round;
Saturnian rings spin Saturnian dreams;
they lull me to sleep.
On Saturnian nights;
etheric body in flight greets many souls;
who’ve gone before.
A classroom of grace, it is;
a spiritual recharging station;
Saturnian nights invigorate all of my senses.
A soul in flight on a Saturnian night;
hears symphonic lessons,
in staccato verbiage.
I awaken from Saturnian dreams;
a new spirit in an old body;
with wider zest for life.
The Saturnian centrifuge,
brings much clarity.
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