Stars of Heaven

I believe that when we die, we go to our own heavens

millions, thousands of them

one for each person - if we choose.

I believe that when we die, we get to have our own little star

and spend our days watching the ones below -

or not - whichever we choose.

I believe that whatever afterworld we imagine

they are all so real and so true

Because I guess the universe is big enough

to make room for everyone - if they please.

Because if heaven is a place of eternal bliss,

you can’t expect everyone there

to get along perfectly well

all jammed up in default-paradise.

Some might not want cotton candy as trees

some might be allergic to cats

some might want to live in the woods

and some might need wifi

and a charger for their phones

Some might want some peace and quiet

while some might want to play the piano

or even

an electric guitar.

It would be like a gigantic apartment

with a quadrillion inhabitants from all over the world,

quarreling and bickering and gossiping away

So I believe that when we die

we go to a place where we go when we sleep

to our own very personal star

somewhere in a corner of the universe

where all our dreams become real -

that is, of course, if we choose so.