After Guardian- At the back of the head

After Guardian-  At the back of the head

At the back of your head

Don’t surmise only black curls

 dominating over,  beyond  these

a kingdom from whence you see

a galaxy of stars, a world of unknown

region where most of us merge

after some time; don’t ask if we can

speak or see  or visualize future

from there,  a mysterious horizon.

I don’t see you or your eyes,

Your mouth or complexion,

But only the mystery of this

Galaxy, stars and moon, flow

Of rivers  and falls on mountains;

Nature’s  Beauty and  Marvel,

Creator’s magic wand and flute

Silencing our earth;