the alchemist

he held the past within an orb
kept on his desk
he swept the dust and
blew the horn
it was dark when I met the alchemist

the girl was fair but she was changed
by the climates traitorous and unfelt kiss
the sun divided itself thrice
the moon kept being
who she is. The day was dark when in the park
I knew the alchemist

the air I breathed forbidding was
they nailed the mangled martyr to the cross, to rob him of his flesh
they caught a tear within a gust
of wind to seek the homeward bliss
as pointing ever on the stony path
the words I write are thus

he felt a pain, a missing tryst
a short sharp stab within the dark
he mowed the lawn and prayed to god
reaching out but laid in stark contrast to what he was
he never took for granted sod.

the coal and fire laugh
and lark and dance about, celebrate the day
and a piece of soul a granite hymn
of the abyss that lay in him, to seek the time he missed
to draw the waters, bless the daughters and separate the mists

and so all three the blistering fog I see
that too the dew I lay on every leaf
I am the heat when light of sun you see
I am the conceit within the riddle
come seek within a book
and in a song
within Gows sacred fiddle

the day I rise the day I forget
what love and physics mean
and so I rise consistently
to write a song and show you
why a poem gleams that lead to poet dreams

I seek in him
and invoke him thus
I feel the alchemist is one to trust
in fact I think him
me?