Alchemy

Simple acceptance

The dancer with the dance

entering pre-dawn mystery

quiet interval, enchanting music.

Undulating reverie

alone in Hekate's garden

breathing in the memory

of jasmine and spice.

Weary roads have been traveled

crossroad to crossroad

the journey continues.

Weary days have found sustanence

in secreted hovels, dimestore romance.

Convoluted talk, empty gestures,

soul-less ritual

take up the stitches of time.

Some brave midnight

if I learn my lessons well

I will eat the fruits of Hekate's garden

dancing in piquant reverie

leaving my tears and anguish

along the windswept trail,

ebuillent music

dancing me

as the Goddess kisses

my tearstains into 

gold.

 

(c) March 13, 2006 Laurie Corzett