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