I Met The Alchemist

 As soon as they come, they leave.

As soon as I open my eyes, they vanish.

The Ghosts of my past fight the angels of my future,

or that’s the way I see it

 

Faith they said, had grown weak.

So much so that even

ten shots of elixir felt meek,

or so I believed

 

Time claimed to know alchemy,

I simply bowed

to whoever showed,

the power to ablaze the darkness in me.

 

It was a long voyage,

horizon seemed like an eternity.

The alchemist continued to row

and I continued to bow.

 

‘Look up’ he said,

So, I did, and so I saw.

My cheeks felt warm,

the breeze felt soft.

 

As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw his work.

Indeed! He did spoke of the truth.                         

Watching the bright golden truth, I stood,

as it made its way from up above into my room.

 

Drinking the elixir, I smiled.

Watching me, he took pride.

Twisted are your ways, I said.

‘Make me proud’ said he and left.