It's The Hour! Poem by Seema joglekar

NO MORE;
Dip, the chalice of my heart in raging seas for a drop,
Burn passions to cinders in moonlit bonfires, throb,
That coy reserve of mine, wander the yard between us,
Find you in small truths thrown by falsehood of time or distance,
No more, refute the footfall of memories, lying to my face,
Suspect, the ways of the world that bled the path it tread,
Skies bend hard, to grasp the elusive shores retreating hand,
Or in their vigilant wake, stars unite us in their heady garland,
Or the beauty of my thoughts build in your solitary mind,
Two uniting worlds seem; human endeavor, the work of God alone,
Walk the tight- rope of faith unknown, trust, our binding thread,
NO MORE shall Soothsayer’s ineptness, tuck me in bed.
Like the rainbow is the storm’s passing stride,
It’s the hour of the groom and the bride.

Seema.J
4th May-2013