Stargazer

Lying under roof of sky,

Innumerable stars to spy.

A row of bed in back yard,

Daily laid like a hospital ward.

Mattress filled with cotton,

Spread to soften.

Those wooden or iron frames,

Woven with rope like strands of dames.

A crisp sheet on top,

Grabbing a pillow did we drop.

With energy in muscle

Choosing bed did tussle

For hours then like a star gazer,

Kept wondering my socket laser.

Wide universe stretching arms,

Inviting for intoxicating charms.

To take in its bosom,

And there forever blossom.

Lids heavily doped,

Searching specs my hands groped.

As if marijuana supped,

So over a land of fantasy stumped.

Where there was color and charm,

Mountains where mystics swarm.

Fairies floating among aerial form.

Such a harmony soothes my heart in storm.

Among these I glide taking low flights,

For mortals can’t aspire for higher sights.

So were sweet dreams then,

In a state of trance I pen.