Soul Express
Track number seven,
Leaving on time,
All aboard,
Now departing as schedule.
Alone in the glass rail box.
Light dancing in the flickering,
Only by various fireflies from the heart memories.
No one else can use this ticket,
Given in time & space to wonder,
Life spell of journeying.
Predestine?
One still has the choosing to travel the distance.
Mixed emotions,
Where one end up,
Only the soul has an idea by carrying thoughts of destiny-
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment