a winter’s afternoon

astral projection
light years past meteors and stars
at a hastened clip
a rocket tied to every ship
and picking up the pace
aurora’s pearly white smile upon her golden face
to comb her flaxen curls
with the teeth of mars
waiting it out till the night
recedes in the glory of day
to light up the sky with blue
and the sun follows suit
to stay cool in a winter’s afternoon.