Vedic Astrology Readings
Jyotish Readings by Veno
Back to Poetry Index
There was a light, a light in me
A rock,a refuge, sanctuary
An eye that swallowed every storm
An anchor point, a centre born
Until Nobody young and wise
Said "Even anchors have to die"
As if by earnestness or grace
The anchor vanished without trace
And all there was, will always be
Stretching to infinity
R E A L I T Y
© COPYRIGHT 2006 VENO ASTROLOGY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.