Poetry

[Confused]

The Wedding Ceremony

The dawn is about to break,
and the wedding stage is set.
The bride sits on her bed,
pensive in her thought,
of the impending ceremony,
that will begin a matrimony.

Since the day she was born,
she was destined for the ceremony.
With both joyous rapture and tense trepidation,
she awaits the stage and the big day.

She knows not the groom.
She has only heard about him and his glorious qualities.
The land and its people sing to no end,
the praises of the groom,
who is said to dispel all gloom.

The moments slowly pass.
The eyes of the bride puff up.
The heart and the mind,
are not to her kind.

The distant bell peels,
to mark the first rays of the Sun.
As the glorious Lord of the day,
makes his ascent up the sky,
the bride looks at the orb,
and imagines her lustrous groom,
who offers her the promise of completion.

The bride is me,
and the groom is the ONE.
Marry me, O All,
and grant me my boon.
I await with garland in my hand,
to adorn it on your beautiful neck.
With that ritual,
you will become my victual.

As the day of the sacred rituals fades away,
the night of a thousand sweetness will arrive.
I will melt in your embrace,
as I take in your very essence,
and become one with you, in every sense.