the color of water vapor

 

Did you ever lose your heart and then find your soul?

Does an answer rise to the occasion?

Is it unlikely?
Why not?

Is there an equation?

Can an experiment be devised to measure the amplitude of probability?

Why not indeed!


Do not go consorting within the big bang,
spinning into another star far flung galaxy.
Stay look, over there,
scattered like a mangled nebulous blossoming.

Here in the color of water vapor.
There is a remnant of time and space that says there may be a dreaming heart waiting for another?

These fallen solitary words are the main ingredients of all our existence and all of our eternal dust...

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

why not ideed, metaphysical quotations who needs them a long day of some treatments that don't seem to treat me very well, i'm lost in the clouds me and my own treatments add up to release of all the stellar storms trapped inside

PEACE
HOPEFULLY
little "d"ylan

la mort

and then there +++=== peace

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SSmoothie's picture

This is just gorgeous! I wish

This is just gorgeous! I wish I wrote it! Beautiful my firenf just beautiful! Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

saiom's picture

magnificent

 

"Did you every lose your heart and then find your soul"   magnificent


Is Dylan Eliot a pen name for 2 of your favorite poets?



 

 

lyrycsyntyme's picture

If it's an equation, is it

If it's an equation, is it addition by subtraction?

 

Hmm. I think so, but not sure I know just yet.

 

In the meantime, kudos to you once more. You always write so well.

bishu's picture

Wow !!!

Beautiful


©bishu 

 

Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

Water vapor. It's an

Water vapor. It's an irritation. There's either too much or too little. It either leaves everything sticky or my lips cracked and skin itchy. Every once and a while though it gets it right when perfect temperature and humidity collide and I can't help but be outside. I can't help but hope to find that heart composed of my ideal setting, that heart I'll never want to adjust or leave, but I'm fearful that my own water vapor isn't too anyone's liking. Perhaps I'll become a cirrus cloud: too cold, too thin, too far away.

Great poem. I really enjoyed it.


Long days and pleasant nights

Diamond

allets's picture

Almost A Farewell

"dust" was the clencher. Do not be afraid. I am here. Stay. If you can, if not, you and your "stellar storms" will be remembered with affection. - allets -