alchemy’s secret

time is a mother 
running 
northbound 

where the arctic circle 
is the gateway 
to midnight suns
and twilight winters

alchemy’s secret 
whispers
horoscopes
into 
existence 

through 
jittering teeth
and cold airs 

saturated breaths
nestle
evergreen pine
branches

unraveling 
the golden years
of universal cures
and prolonged life

if you ever leave 
and feel alone 
because you did 

catch up with 
the sunrise 
and push me out 
to sea

do not
disappear 
into the abyss 
of your wild youth 

music from before
the storm 
will echo
to you

the true 
meaning 
of life 

what is art 
if not spiritual 

dumped 
into the landfill
of our celestial 
limitations 

encounters at the end 
of the earth
will remind you
that 

loneliness is time spent
with the 
world 
too

so go on and run free
escape in gentle wonder
go in grace 
and don’t look back 

let go 
there is more
ahead of you 


promise. 

lh
jan 2022

the magic of a winter’s afternoon

second thoughts 
on a winter
afternoon 

come to meet you
through every window
in search of the least abandoned 
constellation 

like purple clouds 
on the horizon 

pounding 
at tempered glass
begging to know
asking, 

what do you want 
to be 
when you grow up?

when we sleep, 
where do we 
go?

should you die tomorrow, 
what will you 
miss 
the most?

and i answer, 

when i grow up,
i want to be 
a list 
of endless possibilities 

when we sleep,
do not disturb
maybe we will wake up 
singing 

if i should die tomorrow,
i will miss 
the particular and ordinary

and before the songs
of night 
come to visit

the purple haze
disappearing 
behind the frames 
of darkness 

second thoughts
of a winter’s afternoon 
remind me
that 

even here,
the magic of this life
shimmers 

with lustful wonder
curious 
and
penetrating 

the magic within
you
shimmers sometimes,
too. 

lh
nov 2021

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