Starlands

For when I go, I pray my
spirit circles overhead. I
trust my soul will make
rings in the storm
clouds above my eyes, and
the nights won't be so
eternal after all. Let the
fiery evening burn into a
peaceful, ashen dusk. Let
parallels and wayward
dimensions align gracefully.
I hope I will wander starlands and
fields of cosmic light, in
search of nothing but to
satisfy the part of me that
wants to go home - and there
is no heavenly home like the
spheres of our origin.