time pulls our souls on its clear string

unveiling patterns never seen

our little mind catalogues them

created symbols repeated

for infinite it can't handle

and endless stream is past belief

and so with labels and short words

we try to lasso life's wild steers

multiplicity of visions

overflowing sensations green

clay we mold into our feelings

heat intense in heart's crucible

to form impressions for our soul.

*falls on the floor facefirst, in awe*
Your work continues to be amazing. This poem's going on my favorites list, it's spectacular work!
I loved the lines "A wild longing and an upward surge/ And in that mere moment, it awoke my muse"
Lovely.
Fae ^^