Alchemy

The migratory mind indomitable, the spirited surfer on waves of life of curled crests framed by fractured moon and dark troughs where stars have sunk, recedes with the ebb of time, seeks the shore of the past. The shifting sands etch seaward footprints, contoured as the corroding design of decay. Time arrow finds the destined course to the topography beyond the shore, away from the eroded wasteland abandoned where emptiness engulfs the hues of hope. In the weed-webbed terrain deep within piles up the wreckage of life unlived, turning the flushing garden to debris dump. The pathway paved outside its frail fence, waits to be walked fascinated to the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow. The innovative memory invents the arcane acumen of alchemy, glitters gold in the rusted crust of ruins. Marigold blooms in the junkyard on the scrap stack of bleak being, with the touch of the Midas mind. ________________ June 25, 2022 For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest