Sky Vision

sitting at the head of the bed

her back turned to me

sits she, the sky

holding the endless in her palm

her eyes deep deep brown

her hair flowing

a few strands falling across my face

I try to look ahead

she shows me but a glimpse

and blocks a whole lot of my vision

that I think I know

but I know I know not

she has been a puzzle

a dream and a vision

of a life of love and hope

coz what is life

if you know everything

PS: Now is everything

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