Neptune

Most nights I couldn’t find peace,

I wondered if it was the PTSD, or if 

this Neptune had just lost his dream.

Was it stuck in the cosmos unable

to reach the confines of a mind

too crowded of dismay and grief?

I almost believed, but my soul 

only deepened to keep me whole

just as the shadow beside me.

Just as my soldiers in arm’s reach,

camouflaged, but never hiding 

from chaos, or presumed defeat.

Like Jupiter once told me, “Keep your

head from your feet, and your head

above your heart, just be.”

Today it is received, not to mention

poetry increasing my spirituality

— a reverie to my muse.

How pleasant is she for keeping me 

so heavenly attuned, my celestial

ooh, I can’t see you but I do feel you!

From the bright blues far out

I salute to the highs of the universe,

for I am me, a gift beyond a curse.

—JG  ©2026

Quick Note: I am a military veteran