Alchemy.

Hearts are like parachutes 

sometimes they fail to open
but it's not always dark  when we fall
in our gasps, broken hearts are mended
skip centuries, provide moist happiness

seduce our minds in rooms that change

release tired thoughts of into the atmosphere

and in depth of the night, poems will be built.

Like acrobats by the rivers edge,

balancing sensitively before  plunging into waters deep

revealing charms, like perfumed breezes
swimming among currents of transformation.

as flickering lights go out, chains cast of

consciousness teasing, thoughts drifting 

allow the smuggled sighs of yesterday

to take us to the land of dreams