That person enters
a long forgotten place
They haven't been here since they were young
with such innocence and hopes
Looking on in awe at the magic
of gold falling from the treetops
and the bushes and rocks
Once long ago they collected the scattered paper
the flowers and the bugs with no real purpose
They return now with reason
They look out at the snow covered field
suddenly seeing a hint of color, collecting a small blue carnation,
cradling it in their hands before finally putting it in the backpack.
The first of many
That person wanders past trees, past chatting Gaians
past chessboards and ice skaters,
gathering their precious treasure.
Things that will become a new object
Finally, they pass the houses,
millions of empty houses
Just hollow shells that once held dreams
or perhaps simple whims.
Each one was created by some person for a reason.
Passing house after house,
not paying attention to them,
until they have the urge to enter one, and then another
They stop in front of this house
they are not sure why
They stand looking up at it,
a tear in their eye
They are looking at a past time
when the house was created
a few chairs
It is their house.
On the shelf is their treasured item from the past
they had displayed it in their house out of pride
Something seemingly worthless now
But precious all the same.
You can't go back to that time
looking back only hurts
take the item and make something new.
You can do this because you are
Go and make new memories.
Make them happier then the old ones.
If you can't feel happiness now,
know that a brighter future will come
Transmute the past and the present to form
a desirable future
- Title: The Alchemist
- Artist: Shaduf
- Description: Meh. I've been spending a lot of time in towns looking for papers and flowers to make golden gift boxes. Being there makes me feel nostalgic so.. here's my rambling emotions lol.
- Date: 01/31/2012
- Tags: alchemist
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