Ode To The Freedom Sought Poem by Soren Valentine

Oft has my mind thought of worlds far beyond ours.
My spirit seeks for freedom from this world gone rogue.
The marring of earth hath led me to look elsewhere, until What Has Been Marred is fixed.

I wonder, do the people of Saturn look to Hyperion or Telesto as I to the Silver Isle?
Do they see Enceladus or Tethys and let the light fill their hearts?
Or those Jupiter to Io and Europa?

Do the Star's desire to travel the universe burn as ardently as the nebulae from which they are born?

Eventide becomes as Endymion was to Selene, for then the Window into The Void That Is Filled is opened.
I can see the Plane of Existence my God has made.

O how I envy the Outer People, for their planets have several Helpers and mine has but one.