Today the moon preens like a peacock, low overhead, <br />My wild fearless eyes lower shy at his boldness, <br />Like a newly opened bud at the first breach of light, <br />Today his audacity is perverse he stalks me like a cloud, <br />Over a lone hill, intruding in my path, brings your summons. <br /> <br />Flustered I sit wringing my hands expectant, what now, <br />A heart that never broke its rhythm has learnt to stop now, <br />At your sight, cart wheels and somersaults, unaware like you, <br />Moonlight was never missed now it is looked at in awe. <br />Today his temerity is regretted, I wish he would go elsewhere <br />Don’t burn my Songs in your fierce breath, I can wait a little <br /> Till he arrives, my bethron heart still dances in its cadence, <br /> The stars joined the procession of hot coals, light their sparks <br />Speech of my heart is carried on in murmurings of a song, <br />They tell me you are on your way soon enough as they whine <br />When you shall arrive to fuse your heartstrings with mine.<br /><br />Seema joglekar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-waiting-game-16/
