The Alchemist
A Poem
By
Jude Kyrie


*The morning is cool for midsummer
it’s too early for the warming rays of the
Golden sunlight to reach the surface
of spaceship earth.
Yet over the lake in the horizon
a kiss of a breeze on my cheek
promises a glorious day ahead.
Then the giant globe of the suns orb
Lifts itself over the rippling pristine waters
of the Canadian lake.
It sends the very first rays of light
in streams lighting
Dewdrops nestling on the leaves
of the shoreline trees like teardrops.
It lights thgem first a yellow glow
then as it rises a little they can resist no longer
and turn into a pure sparkling gold.
I am seeing alchemy from nature itself
turning water droplets into glimmering gold.
My old heart rises with the vision.
Even the tears from a thousand of life’s
past wounds
light up for the moment
how could they not.
they too are part of this alchemist wonder
they turn from salty water
To shining brilliant gold.
And for the moment
all is tranquil and perfect.