Alchemy

Alchemy
– R.A.P.

You look at me
and the sun turns your eyes to gold.
I think of Icarus
and how he must have looked
when he reached the sun─
gold radiating from his whole being,
his eyes like yours,
brilliant with escape and ecstasy
as for one perfect moment
before he fell,
time stood still.

Fly me to the sun, my love.
Take my hand and show me:
this.
This is who I am with you─
alive
above it all
where you spin the most ordinary moments
into gold,
stopping time
as I fall
in love, again and again,
escaping to the edge of the sun with you.