Star Fantasy Poem by Raj Arumugam

I sleep on a bed of stars
and intergalactic dust forms my blanket
to keep my garments radiant
and my skin always soft and glowing;
while I rest effortlessly my head on quasars
and snore into black holes;
my legs dig deep into wormholes
as I tickle parallel universes with my toes
and the flying stellar debris and asteroids and meteors
sing me a constant lullaby;
and the solar flares with a thousand fingers
massage my limbs and back
and caress my forehead;
the spheres sing in praise of my name
and the planets peep through gaseous clouds
to see how magnificently I sleep…

and when I do awake occasionally
to receive earthlings
and all manner of lives
that come far from worlds I didn’t even know exist
and who have all come
to look at me with wonder and adoration
and to convey their respects
I shoo them away
irritated
and turn over on my left resting my chin
on my palm and my elbow on an infant doughnut galaxy;
and then they all bow and withdraw in awe and fear
not wishing to be the subject of my displeasure
and gladly I go back to stellar sleep


and sometimes at that rare instance
as I look
over in the distance
over there where time and space disappears
there you are beyond,
dearest reader, just like me,
there you are
sitting and smiling
you too quite regal and simply divine
sitting royal on a couch of stars and moons
and a footrest of carbon and helium and hydrogen…

but look, I’m too content
to roll over and say ‘hello’…