Valhalla’s Path

Author: MS Paint

At night when stars are beaming
When one yearns for truer meaning
And astral projection is infectious
Around a star with seasons turning
Moons that swoop and swoon
Caught out among the desolate outliers
The realms of sacred ways
Put in proportion — we offer praise
A still night sky, the Milky Way
Where diamonds shine, where comets swarm
In golden dayglow or hidden storms,
Gas clouds in colored forms
As we ring around the sun
In our human space suit made for…