The Hour Between

I have longed for mornings where your breath meets mine,

For the right to call thee by lawful sign,

For rooms awakened by the joy of you and me,

For life that knows no home but where thou be.

You were never forged for tempests such as these,
Never raised to stand against such bitter breeze,
Yet for our fragile hope you rise and plead,
A gentle heart compelled to daring deed.

I know it is my love that drew this storm to rise,
My restless heart that would not once be wise,
What sin was mine but loving you in truth,
And dreaming of forever since our youth.

I live within the cost your courage pays,

And breathe between the verdict of these days,

May fortitude abide within thy breast,

And bring thee home when all is put to test.

If destiny is stern and keeps us far apart,
It shall not banish you out my heart,
For all I ask of time and mortal span,
Is but your hand in mine, and that is all I can.

                                                - Sarukrishna R