Sacred Union

In the mist laden morning of a scriptless drama
A story unfolds
There is a face that has no eyes
And a mind with out any pages written
White nothingness of a heavy untold emotion
Dialogues floating in space

A single string plays a song of solitude
Invitation of a tomorrow
A sun that no one saw the glow of
Light a candle
Let a new flame start another dream
Little buds of jasmines
Sing a fragrant tune
Slow shyness of a bride
Reluctant glow of a butter lamp
Coiling life of an incense stick losing itself
No way is right
And there is no turning back

Drums reverberate inside the ventricles
Hands tremble as a thin yellow thread seal a fate
If they could make it a camera recording
And have some one rewind and edit
Would she want it
Would he?

It is many pairs of eyes watching, with greed of power
The power to hold on to this moment
No way is right
And there is no going back
If only there was a way
A scout could go and check out what lay ahead
Read the signs on the sand
And tell if feet faltered and hearts broke.