Philosopher of Wonder

He is the Socrates of the solar system,
He speaks in a cosmic rhythm

With gesticulating gestures and euphoria perfectly intertwined
His words become musical notes he is a Mozart of the mind.

Like a hypnotist his voice puts me in a trance and I drift away in thought,
he takes away all the existential crisis that had me in distraught.

He strings together words like beads, an intellectual gardener planting seeds.
What he plants is ideas and feelings, That give a renewed sense of omniety for all of life's beings.

​I find myself thrust into a journey inside his inner world,
where growth, kindness and love is always impearled.

​His words have given my deepest desires, sparks that now become fires
​With enthusiasm his words catalyzed a wish with in me to kiss eternity,
So that I may hold the secret of immortality, while laying upon a cosmic body

​His words become the songs to my own celestial journey,
because evolving and learning is as enticing as honey.

Though he is just a man with a soft beating heart,
I can not help but see the perfection and flaws in this living piece of Art

I feel his words have conceived hope for a new singularity, this has strengthened my love for humanity.
So go in peace my new age Socrates.

By: Xanthia Dean