THAT is deep. God, I can't get enough of your style and how...what's the word? I dunno, your poems all emmenate this feeling of 'accepted serenity' I would call it.

And this is when the talent shines through. It's hard to condense things like this into 16 words, yet you manage it with seeming ease. Amazing. Talent doesn't grow on trees, but you've found the oak laden with leaves of prose. It's quite wonderful is what I'm trying to say.

The past as an 'ambrosial liquid' is fascinating all to itself. Splendid.

Felicia.

The first three lines are a bit long-winded, but the loveliness of 'ambrosial liquid' balances it to make this quite visible.