Alchemy

Light the candle and burn the sage,

Know we are our own holy of place

Let them not corrupt it with their blasphemy

We need to Preserve it with our own mystery

I met people no more than just illusions

But those eyes of yours were devoid of delusions

In a world full of diplomacy

We made place for our own poetry

You never hid your scars

And adorned them like stars

And when the Wind teased your hair

I saw you fill life in your soul