sincerely request
the love of an old soul
one that inspires and
stands transcendent
immanent
transformable
according to the moment's need
solid as it pounds love's emanations
liquid as it sears and seals with mine
vapor as we fly across the universe
to a finer galaxy
where time and love
are the same being
Cosmic. Could it be that we are all "old souls" but for the most part are not allowed to actually know or remember it? I wonder sometimes how far back our genetic memory can function. I wrote a poem called The Wisdom of Men (long ago it seems, perhaps you even remember it) about it being time to start devolving back "to the slime".
Anyway, this work of yours reminded me of this perhaps because of the reaching into the elemental states and your second stanza speaks to me of going back as much as forward. Thanks for the hug.
i love the way you went through the states of matter and still didnt give me too much of a 'chemistry class' feel ..
I would however, like to see it longer really... and i cant relate the title :$..
Sorry im so bad at the this critique stuff :$ its been a while
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