I sleep on a bed of stars <br />and intergalactic dust forms my blanket <br />to keep my garments radiant <br />and my skin always soft and glowing; <br />while I rest effortlessly my head on quasars <br />and snore into black holes; <br />my legs dig deep into wormholes <br />as I tickle parallel universes with my toes <br />and the flying stellar debris and asteroids and meteors <br />sing me a constant lullaby; <br />and the solar flares with a thousand fingers <br />massage my limbs and back <br />and caress my forehead; <br />the spheres sing in praise of my name <br />and the planets peep through gaseous clouds <br />to see how magnificently I sleep… <br /> <br />and when I do awake occasionally <br />to receive earthlings <br />and all manner of lives <br />that come far from worlds I didn’t even know exist <br />and who have all come <br />to look at me with wonder and adoration <br />and to convey their respects <br />I shoo them away <br />irritated <br />and turn over on my left resting my chin <br />on my palm and my elbow on an infant doughnut galaxy; <br />and then they all bow and withdraw in awe and fear <br />not wishing to be the subject of my displeasure <br />and gladly I go back to stellar sleep <br /> <br /> <br />and sometimes at that rare instance <br />as I look <br />over in the distance <br />over there where time and space disappears <br />there you are beyond, <br />dearest reader, just like me, <br />there you are <br />sitting and smiling <br />you too quite regal and simply divine <br />sitting royal on a couch of stars and moons <br />and a footrest of carbon and helium and hydrogen… <br /> <br />but look, I’m too content <br />to roll over and say ‘hello’…<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/star-fantasy/
