When birds fly past the setting sun
And the sky glows in varied hues.
My eyes scan the blue blanket above
for something unseen, something divine.
I don't know.
The serenity encompass my being
like a mother does to her new born child.
I try to communicate with this stranger,
in the uncanny mode available.
I pray.
I remember the times when stars shone
my cheeks as they hurried past others.
It was bliss.
I wonder what if the sky, the thin air
were but like those glasses permitting
only one way vision. Is he looking at me?
I don't know. It is complex.
I hope my search ends someday.
