Simply beautiful and lovely; your verses echo in my soul, Kate. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and blessings to you,

Regis

Oh, Kate, how beautiful this is.

Beautiful Morning To You Kate,
Our Kindred Poet Fee Sent Me Here & I am ever so glad he did
Your Poem Is Lovely & Spiritually Embracing to Mystify & Enchant Us.
Beautiful Moonbeams Of Love's Serenity & Peace I Have Invisioned
Much Love & Happiness To You Poetess
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie

wow, this is lovely, you really created this scene so filled with emotion and wonder, really good stuff, Kate xxxxMichelle

An outstanding write Kate
And beautifully written
Love & Peace be with you

William

"old souls" are we and I loved this, Kate!
Sorry I haven't been around as much, side tracked
a bit. Your work always inspires me!
Hugs & Love
Dale

the cycle of rejuvenation depends solely on how vital such "old souls" allow themselves to be ...

conceptually unique, simple yet extravagantly complex ...

Cradeled in the arms of Mother Night, she sleeps--
her breath, a sigh on the wind--
she wakes-- hungry-- wailing--
and sleeps again-- hushed.

And oh, how the old souls look on,
with their wise, blinking eyes--
winking
from every brow of heaven
until the moon grows old
and disappears--
baby,
cradle,
et all.

--Charlie

I can imagine St Georges Mother being the same, meeting her all conquering hero....

Nik

Beautiful write with powerful imagery, enjoyed well done!
Blessings,
Joyce B.

I must admit I'm awed,by your mystical,cryptic imagery!
The pictures you paint in my mind are mind boggling!;-)
You are special Kate!...ET

Deep and interesting. Babies are lucky if they are born in heaven. Excellent write. Liz

Some very deep thoughts Kate and a lovely poem.

You know, Kate, you keep writing like that and
you'll make a believer of me. I love the way you
think and write. -gene.

...with magic of the moon...one finds something new...within these beautiful words...something always meant to be.
fine poetry to be found here as always Kate...
John

this reminds me of Wordsworth's famous lines...
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home..."

If only we could keep that heavenly glow about us as we grow...
Thanks for uplifting us and causing us to contemplate our beginnings with your poetry...
Cryssa

mmmm i really like this one. so touching, you used exactly the right amount of words: only enough to make it perfect.

...souls meant to be united,,quite magical,, and miraculous I do say. Beautiful Kate :)
Love, Christine

Another beautiful write Kate. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Your new photo is YOU ! I like it. Welcome back.
Your words empty the heart, and say it better/ What a magnificent line of thinking... with love and creation your theme!
My envy is green, but the joy of reading is pure and white.
Am loving re-reading it. - Bill

Kate,

For every old soul that clinches a new arrival is born. Excellent imagery and a beautiful thought. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Delicate and delightful.
John

Well... A fantastic write. Beautiful style of expressing thoughts. Lovely poem!

Pondering, questioning, wondering in all its fascination, wonderful writing....

Be always safe,
Karen

'how in all the world'? tis magic - this poet is drunken, i blame Spanish shots of something herbal, so may i just giggle and say wow? 'I saw a cradle dangling from the cusp of a new moon' yaaaay! It's near full moon here sparkling on the water - cheers to Kate, 'babies to be born in heaven', and a little hiccup :)) Lovely read to come home to, cheers Kate xx

Undone by the beauty and Grace in these lines, Kate - my words useless in the face of greatness such as this - STUNNING.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Beautiful, metaphysical ponderings dipped, perhaps, in a bit of mysticism. Lovely!

This reminds me of a song, "Hijo de la luna".

And I would say that old souls often collide

and that well, babies are always born in heaven. :)

Love,



Axilea

Precious, precious write! Words are not enough. This is priceless

Ahh sweet Kate as always your grasp of love and life are deeply influenced by that big heart of yours that dares to challenge the limits of poetry when it comes to romance. I love this one and it is one of my new favorites of yours.
hugs
Pops

beautiful metaphysical write........the cycle of souls, in constant renewel.........we recycle ourselves :) pax A

This is a nice poem.

Edwin

Join the cosmic mile high club.

Cosmic gestation of the starseeds (we're talking it takes millenia!) and delivery from the embrace of gravitational coitus. It is no quickie, Kate! Physical union way up that high must be an orgasmic shibboleth! Hope this finds you in the proximity of the new moon...biscuits and Earl Grey to ya...

Love Always,
Sage