Pinging Your Soul

Early morning, awake, but not yet
just before I let the routine roll
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

A two-minute break from work
Coffee, fresh air, a quick stroll
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

Birds delight, twitter and strut
the sun dips in the ocean bowl
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

Morning, noon and evening go by
In your arms at night, I feel whole
With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

Tuned to your waves totally, I am
when they come I lose control
they take away so much from my heart
only to give back double to my soul.

With waves generated in my heart
I am constantly pinging your soul.

© Smita Rajan
16/01/06