Ad Astra; To The Stars Poem by Patti Masterman

I'm here inside all the while
Watching you invisibly
You see only the extrovert
Moving through the world
As if it were a dance

Ad astra; to the stars
I fly on wings so free
Ad astra; to the stars
To become what I must be

Where is the prophet who sees
Beyond the veils of time
And would he tell in words
What the others see
What they hope to find

Ad astra; to the stars
I fly on wings so free
Ad astra; to the stars
To become what I must be

Space and time but curtains
The soul is made of silk
Moves in silence here, there
You may think you heard it-
But you know, you never will

Ad astra; to the stars
I fly on wings so free
Ad astra; to the stars:
You'll see what is to be