In The Wee Hours

Light’s about to break

Into yet another day

Along

The sky’s infinite seam,

Time’s here for sailing

The fathomless night

Across

On the bow of a dream.

In sly, bashful pursuit

Her rambling heart

Emptied

Into the silver stream,

The moon hurries along

Her quiet, stealthy way

Toward

The dark distant horizon.

Bidding a fond farewell

Under the night’s cover

Before

The sun’s ’round the turn,

She’s caught though in flight

Abashed, aroused,

Ablush

By the wee hours of dawn.

© Sujatha Warrier 2013

(Included in Suvarnarekha, an Anthology of Indian Women Poets Writing in English, edited by Dr. Nandini Sahu)