The Trinity of Times

In the expectation that three times

I shall know

In the complication that twice

have come and gone

In the coronation of marriage

within my soul

I tremble, and I wait

In the conflagration of hopeful

desires

Disabuse the impurities of my

fires

And resurrect in me a longing purely

for purity

I shudder, and I wait

Peering round each passing

corner

I think of my heart that I must

warn her

Still her beating to pretend

composure

She’s beating, and I wait

The first was lively, violently

violet

The second a blend of emerald

gold

At the cusp of indigo, I peer into

the blue

Contented, I wait