PHILOSOPHER’S STONE

PHILOSOPHER’S STONE

Written 4/8/2019

I SAW HIM
IN THE MIDNITE
DREAM OF MY ILLUSIONS
HEARD THE MUFFLED VOICE
I, PUZZLED BY STRANGE SOUNDS
AS MY SKIN PRICKLED
I KNEW, ANOTHER WITCH
WAS NEAR
LEAVING NO ROOM
FOR THIS MYSTERY.

AS SUPERSTITION
RIDES ON THE HOUSE OF FEAR
FEELING THE MAGIC
AS IT GLOWED AROUND ME
LIKE A SHIMMERY LIGHT
I SHOOK MYSELF AND FOCUSED
ON MY WRITING
ALWAYS TRYING TO KEEP
MY MAGIC AT BAY.

THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE
OF IMAGE ITSELF
TOUCHED HERE AND THERE
I, THINKING
IN TIME PICTURES WERE
REPLACED BY WORDS
IN SO, THE MOON WAS SILVER
AND THE SUN WAS GOLD
AS IF MARRIED BY MAGIC.

CONSIDERING, A FORBIDDEN LOVE
SO WHO WAS
THE MAIDEN
WHO WAS THE WOLF
IN MYTHS AND LEGENDS
OF OLD INDIAN TALES
ASKING
WAS THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE
ANOTHER FABLED TALE
TO COVER A TRUTH.

HIDDEN, IN THE FABLES
ALAS, SO MY MIND
SO WANDERS
OF MY FORBIDDEN LOVE
IN MY DREAMS
TO THE ILLUSION
OF THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE.

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