Hope is a grinning puddle on a stormy day

[MrPlus]

Your mind fills me with a sense of vellichor
 It’s so sad to know that even if I lived
Two hundred years I wouldn´t finish
Reading your infinite pages
 
It´s so sad, but now I have you here
By my side, and we are talking, and
I am over the moon and you are under
The scars and your pain is no longer painful
 
And our eyes no longer cry and we
No longer exist how we used to exist
And the long dry way we used to walk
Now is green and even longer, endless
 
Oh please let me sing for you, birds
Oh birds, let me tell you how I am
On cloud nine and you are just on a tree
And you can´t see what I glimpse from here
 
Let me tell you what I see, let me tell
You please while I can, cause I´m afraid
The sky I´m actually looking at is just
The reflection of a smiling puddle in  
Which I slipped on my way home. 

[busker]

Your mind fills me with a sense of vellichor
 It’s so sad to know that even if I lived
Two hundred years I wouldn´t finish
Reading your infinite pages
 
It´s so sad, but now I have you here
By my side, and we are talking, and
I am over the moon and you are under
The scars and your pain is no longer painful
 
And our eyes no longer cry and we
No longer exist how we used to exist
And the long dry way we used to walk
Now is green and even longer, endless
 
Oh please let me sing for you, birds
Oh birds, let me tell you how I am
On cloud nine and you are just on a tree
And you can´t see what I glimpse from here
 
Let me tell you what I see, let me tell
You please while I can, cause I´m afraid
The sky I´m actually looking at is just
The reflection of a smiling puddle in  
Which I slipped on my way home. 

My guess is that the author is speaking about his relationship with a personal god, and occasionally contrasting how that relationship used to be in childhood with what it's like now, in the manner of Wordsworth. 
I don't think that vellichor, while an interesting new word, does anything other than be a novel usage of it, in the first line.
I also find the last strophe confusing. If the author is on cloud nine and used to speak with Yeshua of Nazareth (the one with the scars) - if my previous reading is right - then why would he be afraid that his belief is false? There is nothing in the previous lines that suggests a plausible reason why the author would be having that sense of self awareness.

The middle three strophes are nice. although 'under the scars' is hard to decipher.

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Your mind fills me with a sense of vellichor
 It’s so sad to know that even if I lived
Two hundred years I wouldn´t finish
Reading your infinite pages
 
It´s so sad, but now I have you here
By my side, and we are talking, and
I am over the moon and you are under
The scars and your pain is no longer painful
 
And our eyes no longer cry and we
No longer exist how we used to exist
And the long dry way we used to walk
Now is green and even longer, endless
 
Oh please let me sing for you, birds
Oh birds, let me tell you how I am
On cloud nine and you are just on a tree
And you can´t see what I glimpse from here
 
Let me tell you what I see, let me tell
You please while I can, cause I´m afraid
The sky I´m actually looking at is just
The reflection of a smiling puddle in  
Which I slipped on my way home. 

My guess is that the author is speaking about his relationship with a personal god, and occasionally contrasting how that relationship used to be in childhood with what it's like now, in the manner of Wordsworth. 
I don't think that vellichor, while an interesting new word, does anything other than be a novel usage of it, in the first line.
I also find the last strophe confusing. If the author is on cloud nine and used to speak with Yeshua of Nazareth (the one with the scars) - if my previous reading is right - then why would he be afraid that his belief is false? There is nothing in the previous lines that suggests a plausible reason why the author would be having that sense of self awareness.

The middle three strophes are nice, although 'under the scars' is hard to decipher.

[Pinprick]

I interpret this as being about a loved one that has died. Overall, the poem feels a bit melodramatic, especially S4. I think this has to do with the parts that are repeated seeming cliche (“Oh” in S4, and “It’s so sad” in S1 and S2). I don’t like the use of the word vellichor, but I see how it connects with pages. I think overall the poem is confusing, and I had to do a good deal of reading between the lines to come up with a narrative that sort of made sense.