For LaS

your messages captivate me so
forcing a tear each time you go
on and on dwelling on what can be
and what is to be
I love you, you love me
and by the Volta we swear this
I have come to accept and to live it
that there is no ending, no turning
today or the much awaited future
which we can only imagine and conjecture

but we have to keep turning and turning
like the lazy hands of the clock
which journeys painfully to dock
at the hour, and shows itself ready
for the next journey which must be taken

such must our love be
divided by seas we look at one sky
yearning for the connection we do not see
and uttering supplications saying 'come nigh'

knowing that we lose once we answer the call
from our dreaded enemy who idles only
at dawn throwing stones at our door
serving the unwanted time notice

but we shall not heed
any lazy timer nor her children
nor the heavy breath of their structured lives