War
This is a poetry dedicated to my family - especially my dad. Dad, I know distance separates us now, but I know time will keep reuniting us. Awaiting that time. Missing you and Loving you, some more each day.
Time wails now at the betrayal of Distance
And Distance is obstinate - awaits Time's summons
And thus continues the war of Distance and Time,
While I fill empty moments with rhythm and rhyme-
Of memories past that still trickle down the sands
Of that same Time-
When Distance was an obedient disciple of mine;
Of that same Distance-
When Time could be stopped at one will of Thine;
I see some brood over the lack of one or the other
I now have spare of both and yet both are a bother;
As they wait impatiently awaiting my next order. Pity-
What good is my Time when I brood over your Distance?
How useful is my Distance, when your thoughts still fill every instance?
And Distance is obstinate - awaits Time's summons
And thus continues the war of Distance and Time,
While I fill empty moments with rhythm and rhyme-
Of memories past that still trickle down the sands
Of that same Time-
When Distance was an obedient disciple of mine;
Of that same Distance-
When Time could be stopped at one will of Thine;
I see some brood over the lack of one or the other
I now have spare of both and yet both are a bother;
As they wait impatiently awaiting my next order. Pity-
What good is my Time when I brood over your Distance?
How useful is my Distance, when your thoughts still fill every instance?
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