Astral Plane Poem by Dave Alan Walker

Astral Plane

Rating: 4.8


I lie down
On the bed
Relax into my own head

I start to feel
The power
Of the astral light

Rising through my body
Faster than
The speed of light

I feel a calm
As my body shoots
Into an astral time

As I ride along
On the colours
Of the astral plane
I see far away places
Sandy beaches
Seas so blue

I see places
With no faces
Faces with no places
People from my past life
People from the next

Then I return to my bed
With peace in my head
Knowing it's not
My journeys end

Monday, September 5, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: places
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kaila George 17 October 2011

Wow powerful....very intresting, love to see what else you have...look forward to more.

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(De Va) 05 October 2011

wow...so fantastic..smiles

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Paolo Tm 19 September 2011

It feels like a dreaming, makes me want to experience an astral plane the next time i lay my head.

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Indira Babbellapati 19 September 2011

An experience I can relate to!

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Smoky Hoss 17 September 2011

Enjoyed this amazing poem very much; the world of dream is a facinating one, in some sense somehow connected to the spiritual. Keep it up!

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Martin O'Neill 22 March 2012

Some of these sods leave me cold and sweating and others melancholy beyond belief and just occasionally I wake at 5am and think - Yeah! ! I think I understand this one but am wary having seen what others made of my writings!

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Vuyani Mnisi 20 January 2012

This is a great poem. I liked very much!

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Patti Masterman 11 November 2011

I am not going to try to fix your poem into my own personal scheme of life; whether philosophical, religious, or whatever..but you have a clear voice, and I share some elements of the 'astral' type of experience; I have dreams, visions and voices- the dreams are often, they often come true; the visions much more rare- and they are often in the form of a warning, like some dreams are- but the voices, though extremely rare, are DEAD ON- and though they don't always know the outcome- they force me to focus attention on something I need to, something I don't do well without a stimulus. Love your poems.

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Sokal Roy 09 November 2011

so so nice Very few words

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Ekemini Akpan 04 November 2011

wow! it's a great poem..Awesome!

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