It was from that violent storm on Jupiter!
I rose from my grave to discover I was
inside a time travelling capsule,
A super inverted Anaesthetist?
In fear of my life, it was a dark moment of self discovery!
I remember when I was still a little girl I so loved to pursue ghosts!
Down those dark corridors and abandoned playgrounds!
There are those who sped and those that hung around.
In quick step I would pursue them!
Hoping to talk with the departed folk!
I called them dubious names from my youth which had drifted away from my subconscious.
Like Blue boo and Spooky!
I was musing deeply
My visceral voice sleepy!
Back in time to Jupiter,
The storm blew over but the
breath of night began to flow!
The dancing moon beams
circled that thin Jovian air!
In feathers and slacks,
My adventures in wax!
O look at me!!!
A daring young Icarus in flight!
With my best angel by my side!
With an espresso at midnight,
The magic bullet turned the corner so briskly
It was that what ended,
my sojourn inside the gaseous giant….I remembered.
I am investigating a jumping Jupiter dream about Jupiter.