Epithalamium - and a tiny prayer -

In a distant isle weaved

God’s  secret tarot card 

 A tale of colors rare 

of two peas in a pod. 

Born in sync yet out of time. 

Parchments’ best friends 

Moths of old torn pages

'All the world is a stage'

Cafes of cities big and small; masked faces; 

carnival of a different species.

The last tune of the time’s lyre

to all my world from a stage. 

 ‘I have measured my life in coffee spoons’ he said

Rubbed Arabica, musk and life 

like the fragrance of sandal on a shrub. 

Every sundew, snow and rain
The waters of the world, pacific waves

The stars in the night sky

The ghosts of the past

Turned colors bright, tuned mellifluous

To live this life, ephemeral I fear

Every moment by his side

‘In sonnets pretty room ‘ 

Not even death to do us apart. 

Amen

(We needed poetry to be a part of our wedding card, and I penned (typed it on notes) this one down on a beautiful evening sitting in a ferry on the way from Havelock island to Port Blair. It was blue waters beyond the eyes could see. This one is a tribute to the waters and my muse in him. )