Alchemy
The words, they sing and dance for me; They want to be my history. They sometimes come so easily, My own poetic alchemy. Time again they want to be Something not quite lost to me, And I let them comfort me, Living poetic alchemy. My life sometimes flies by me And words I pick like from a tree, But other times I cannot see Hints of poetic alchemy. Just try sometime to be me And you will find that you can see Sometimes your heart will be Its own poetic alchemy.
3.14.99 11:29pm