Airplanes and Ships

Fate crosses over 

And transcends human distances, 

The length that goes

From one city to the other—

Nothing becomes relevant, 

No distance becomes too great

For two threads forever bound,

Their blood and hearts

Beating in sync. 

Fate has no regard

Over constructs we humans have devised. 

She simply exists, 

And whatever She pulls along

Gets pulled in whatever direction She wishes. 

And such is the case with us—

We're threads constantly torn

From each other's embrace. 

Our love comes in airplanes and ships, 

Couriers meant to connect distances

And bridge physical gaps. 

For Fate, 

These are her perfect messengers

As no chasm becomes too wide

When paths cross over it. 

I have no regard 

Whether you're to my North or to my South, 

Whether you're rising with the East

Or setting with the West. 

It doesn't matter if we measure distance

In miles or kilometers, 

For we shall bridge them either way. 

After all, 

We live and breathe

Under the same infinite sky, 

Boundless and ceaseless. 

And so, you and I

Are bound to meet

At the appointed hour of time, 

At the designated point in space. 

Our parallel lines will finally meet—

Love carried by airplanes and ships, 

Of delayed flights and early arrivals. 

Our souls wait by the pier, by the wharf, 

Leaving departures and anticipating arrivals, 

Domestic or international—

Waiting in full anticipation

With the same childish insanity

Filling our minds and hearts.  

We'll sit patiently with our eyes and sights 

Trained on the rolling sea

And the pervading sky—

Forever hoping, forever loving, 

Anticipating the arrival of airplanes and ships—

Forever hoping, forever loving, 

Anticipating the arrival of our hearts.