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.