Stardust

 

Lying in bed on a serene Sunday evening,

The window is open, the shutters half-way up.

A brilliant setting sunlight is streaming

A golden ray into my room.                      

 

The shaft of light is lying on my bed,

It’s warmth cosying me, while I lie under the covers.

Shadowy figures in the creased curtains,

Wiggle and glide together, like lovers.

 

Everything is quiet, and peace abounds.

I can hear downstairs, so faintly,

Lovely, serenading, piano sounds

That drift up sleepily in the languid air.

 

Beyond the window the light has set aglow

To a million tiny speckles of life-

Little flies. Glorious life is on show

In an awesome synchronized dance.

 

The dust particles are illuminated too,

The debris from the big bang that they are,

They are floating gently around the room-

The cosmos saying "hello!" from a meter away.

 

This vision, usually invisible to the eye,

Says that "You are the leftovers of a star."

The dust, the shadows, the flies, all of us,

Are all what we are- The universe.