Astral via the Daily Prompt
I met you on the astral plane
A couple of times that year in May
Star-crossed and always lost
We chose to stay entombed
With realism mockingly on display
at the museum these days it
set the galaxy at too high a cost !
The night sky was a abstract wile that
Only moonlight and magic would expose
And gypsy gold just like foretold
Greeted me when I returned
But the man on the moon
Who made cheese and tunes
and put the world to sleep
made a pretty quartet of galactic regret
in the minor notes of June
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing .
I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I apologize but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book .