Frozen light is love the choice is yours,
And the dark unfolds upon it's self to reach inside the test.
As more arrive than leave some come without a soul,
And he and she do good and do not age.
To young and fresh where all are nice and do not ever die,
Being born again to start off where we left.
1 - As more arrive than leave some come without a soul, i wonder if you are 'saying' there are 'just so many' (a finite number) of souls and now that people are living 'longer' and people are still being born at a pretty good clip (worldwide) AND previously a person dying would have his/her soul transferred to a new person (baby) , there are NOW not enough castoff souls for each new baby to have one. (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) 2- ! i'm old and i never got a soul in 1948. oh yeah, it was the Baby Boomer era. bri (: