Travelers’ from far to near
Goin’ places, fulfilling dreams that never leave.
Tracing steps from past lives spent.
Sightseers stick out, attired as fair-weather believers.
Followers of scent, gatherers rush in to convene.
Love is at work for Love seemingly never ever sleeps.
Love curators crafting schemes, are the first to depart broken hearted.
Missed connections, others forever lost in misdirection.
Sojourning to look on from overcrowded waiting areas.
Seldom stopping to consider glancing past a runway of incoming arrivals.
Passenger manifests reveal newcomers, hearts in need of just reprieve.
Expectant Escalators travel up and down, as if on an unclosed wheel.
Appeal is heightened for travel to destinations on one-way tickets.
Frequent flyers lie in open spaces, ex-patriate or exiles that no longer believe.
Connections are made more times than not, or at least transfers to redeem.
Yes, this is everyday recurrence, during rush hours at Soul Mate Station.
All aboard this dream, a direct flight towards the most basic need
The last stop is sometimes, not always, hard to achieve, the journey of a soul indeed.