The stars are jellyfish
Floating through the currents of the milky way
Looking down on this sapphire planet
Yearning to touchdown on its emerald land
Do they dream just like us?
Do they reach for the impossible with a poets mind?
What picture does something so beautiful paint?
How far can they see from their ocean sized view
With its endless horizon of the old and the New?
So many questions never to be answered
Leaving only frustration and deepest despair
The stars are jellyfish
Drifting on and on
Seen by a lonely madman from a room with a view