Astral Dreams

 I drift into the deepest sleep

All is quiet, more silent than a pin drop

Moon shines brightly and close to the Earth

So near, I can touch its celestial face

I cross the river from the land of wake

And I walk the astral bridge to the world of sleep

In it I am an astral being

Not mortal, not vulnerable to pain

An astral spirit, free of chains

I drift from one realm to realm

In the deepest darkest phase of the night

Stars scattered across the dark hue of the sky

Comets whizzing past, take no notice of me

I am invisible, an astral spirit

The moon smiles brightly upon me

An astral spirit flying like a phantom in the night

Asteroids and clouds decorate the sky at night

Charmsters they are, schemers of delight