ALCHEMY SO RARE
when i make love with you sunny,
i dont worry about money-
or other things, come to that;
i just soar away
in everything you say
and never dream of turning back.
in this faded old room,
we look up at the moon-
through its worn beige curtain;
what we dont have, some say
can turn the heart away,
but that's not us, i'm certain;
come and stay with me sunny,
being poor can be funny-
its not about the things we're not,
let others have their walls,
with everything it falls-
without love, gold is pot.
what we have to share
is alchemy so rare-
precious in and by itself;
the moon and stars are free,
some mountains and some sea-
and we are forests in ourself.
we dont need cars and boats,
or pockets in our coats,
just these senses and to be-
my movie and my star,
my candle in its jar-
burning bright enough to see.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones from his book MAVERICKS. 2011. All Rights Reserved.
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ŞiirMAVERICKS is my third published book of love and other poems. I hope you enjoy those you read and your comments are welcome. MAVERICKS By Strider Marcus Jones~Publisher http://www.lulu.com~Book Poetry Essentially, these poems are about Man and Woman...