Under dark clouds, a secret lay, hiding
No one person can hold on to it
Catching a falling star burns your hand
Over time it cools, revealing the secret held
Making time for magic, 
    dancing in the mind like a court jester

Fools have chased the philosophers stone, the elixir of life
Over many continents the pilgrimage continues
Rivers catch the ragged feet, sores soothed
Tales of heroes emerge from such journeys
After a time, heroes get lost, forgotten

Beware the one who finds the meaning of the secret
Little by little he would change the world
Everything you know would be destroyed 
    by power too hard to hold…

©AnitaDawes2022