Distant hills and fragrant petals,
A dusty path where the homeless call home,
A broken down shack where the strays make home,
This frame couldn’t hold his downfall anymore, he misses home.


Few years back they made a promise,
A lovers knot, a couples’ bond,
To seek forth a new journey, but to remember the time,
To return to the same clock-tower years forth,
Meet by the chime, and exchange their tales,
To return from travels on a lonely broken road,
But nay! No tales of a broken heart!
Each to return at the set time,
Reminding the other, of their time away.


As the sun sets in and yawned away,
And the moon rose up with a slight yellow tint,
The birds flew back home,
As another pair came out to meet,
Gone for months, with new lines to show on their faces,
Gone for years, with new pills to swallow,
Gone for ages, he forgot how sweet her smile was,
Gone with time, she remembered how he lit a fire in her.


They met and talked, talked for hours,
As each hour passed, the bell rang loud and soundly,
The ringing dissonance, the only unrest between this calm unison,
They were never believers in first sight, but they believed in understanding,
Where emotions could trigger the slightest sharp tongue,
Where actions can trigger irreversible consequences,
They understood circumstances and forgiveness,
They understood being close and staying away,
They understood nothing lasts forever,
But until dust consumes them and rust corrodes their gifts,
Even longer will the distance linger, even longer will the affection consume,
Never one without the other,
They held their clock-tower and its maiden bell in honour,
For they never want to forget nor falter,
They want to ring into each others heart,
Where time doesn't measure, but memories do.