The Alchmist

Entered into Poetry Contest: matter    
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Mist melting away in the morning sky    
Collecting on leaves, plants natural bath    
running to the river from up on high    
water finds its way through stone the clay    
   
Sediments from all around    
compressed bodies in the ground    
a tomb for freezing things in time    
an hours glass for mankind    
   
a fuel to light up our fire,    
from this action we achieve desire    
a thing to do to comfort you    
know you still have time to breath    
   
Destruction death dark scorched earth    
the trail i leave with a hellish mist    
This my chance to dance in matter    
a Phoenix feeding on failed ideas      
   
space tethers us to the sates of matter around    
within earth, water, fire and air    
spirit is abound, never clasped only held