The Soul's Guest

Inherently, each soul, within it's boundries, has a void.
This space yearns for the splashing of life's elixir.
in a primitive shielding, our heart hosts our soul.

Exploratively, youth's innocent actions hydrates this acreage.
Our early years' hours allow both the ferreting of acrid venom into veins and the balm of  JOY's bath.

Though some souls chase in life's race;
Others aim and seek.
Our feet learn frred flight;
Our minds mull and become tempered.
Our souls are both salved and sullied.

Then, in the living, stagnation's opposite, we are defined.
The process crystallizes into eternal possession of  JOY's mate ~ LOVE.

Whether brief in span or bonused in length of stay,
The soul's matedness with LOVE, spawned in the interior chambers of the heart,
never any new experiences, eclipse.

In LOVE allted, the soul's fulfillment is found.
Faith blurs mystery and thoughts light destiny's path.

            Existence's singularity,
                      Altered by such partnering with LOVE,
                               melds and merges.
            Yet LOVE is a Guest in the soul's inherent solitude.