Cosmic Castle by R. Mutt

Poem

I stand at the entrance
of the Cosmic Castle,
a collection of bright stars interconnected.

The main star opens like a door,
a great hall is revealed,
ancient and abandoned.
A silk carpet of indescribable color
leads to a throne.

On the throne lies a crown
made of small stars.
I lift up the crown
and place it on my head.
I am the King.

I find myself in bed.
It was a dream,
but I know the castle is real,
and it's calling out to me.