A PLANET SUITE

Does anyone deserve to be blessed

Who, with the galaxy, are obsessed

Only those ready, unlike all the rest

Somehow allowed a glimpse beyond

And in awe, ever ready to respond

As one hears a Heavenly choir sing

Perhaps Holtz’ Neptune says it best

One is transported, being impressed

Into the void, I would have guessed

Detached from reality’s loose bond

Finally given permission to abscond

With all of the freedom it can bring

To witness it, at the galaxy’s behest

As if with status of a privileged guest

And embark on a never ending quest

Stars, glittering bright like a diamond

Cast there by a wave of a magic wand

Looking static, but much is happening

LARK ASCENDING

I sense being carried up high by rising air

And looking down, see it all down there

A world that soon I am leaving behind

As I float on the gentle summer breezes

Wind under my wings, allowing me to fly

To glide and swoop, freedom at its best

But to the land below, I do still owe much

Where in a nest, I was raised in the Spring

Now summer turns into autumn, I must go

Yet before I do, I will view this once more

But with gratitude and love, I shall return

Call it migration

On a long Southbound journey

But here I belong