Firmament(On a lady's farewell party)

It's a mountain 

With soothing cutting breeze

Cut through in the heart

Strong, upright.... always in moulding hearth

Her mirth is tempered with observation and honesty

In the beginning she was robust

Then I saw melting stars in firmament 

Pronouncing controlled fire

Prometheus phoetus...

Sometimes gleaming white

Sometimes orange with radiance 

She walks as if daffodils in mindful hay

She will tread through moonbeams now

Nobody quite aware of the move

She is now in treasure hunt

In her heart some holy chant

I wish jingling stars in her 

Personal sky

Traversing in profundity 

Everywhere

Be blessed, O reserved!

Be an Ode to eternity.