Alchemy

If my strength is that of open light,        
my pain will someday end in sight,        
and there you will be standing        
with your face of iron and stone,        
       
I had to return there, briefly, so very young        
so long ago, where you've been waiting        
at the deepest end of the cosmic ocean        
with the feathered brush that painted my soul,      
       
A jonquil wind, you filled me with        
your very breath, it split my depth,        
I remember again the day I left,        
this memory of you, it is far too strong,        
       
My soul, it could not be filled here anymore        
for my love, I will return there in a moment      
where the white washed the rock from the seafloor,      
for you, to dance in the universe’s milky ocean,        
       
For showing me planes of this open tank        
instilled with waters from which I drank        
the enlightenment guides me home,        
and in time, you will live once more.