Alchemy

Turning your back on me
In this desolate wild
Where passion gives rise to whet,
I seek but reach out to you not.

Like the unsung eulogy
Of those that have kissed the dust,
I have you in my minds.

Ever since like the dark kissing the moon,
In every speck and atom of the nature,
I bide here.

Since there’s nothing to lose
In this nature when one is fearless,
In the light of man’s series of occurrence,
There comes a time when one roll his tears down, nevertheless.
In this similar light and dark, I quest after you.

Such beauty, such favorite, such joy
Let all touched be panacea and oblation.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin