Love the title of this intriguing poem. I feel like one.

Only in dreams. It's really a very violent place when you get close to these miraculous images you see with their eyes in the sky and with increased vision from videos and still pictures of objects billions of years before.

But dancing often to the space of our minds as we twirl around galaxies of ecstasy in words, poets find fancy in the starry skies unending.

Ron

I love this atmospheric cosmic dance !

Diana…🍃