If the sky is a window, it would be an amazing spectacle.
And from that dark hospital room you can tell which Star Orion is
and which diamond shines brighter.
Perhaps then there will be a better view of the milky way;
one you can die willingly for in an overwhelming sweetness.
If she is a blue sea, you will wish you are a fish.
For when its blue its new.
Maybe she is a wilderness; wide and windy with drops of oasis here and there.
Is she a garden of ancient clouds where fairies gather when seasons call?