Donnian

"For I am every dead thing
In whom Love wrought new alchemy."

- John Donne

... And we are the amateur alchemists,
seeking help from greater poets -
the better chemics. Researching
at a distance, we are two intelligences
in separate spheres.

Well... Actually, we're still just two school kids,
exchanging notes under the table in class.
Or, maybe, a couple of tourists,
swapping postcards from our foreign lands.

This show of mimicry isn't flattery.
It's simply another way of saying:
"Message received and understood."

Although what's done is dead and gone,
we will not let our love be our ruin;
keeping a solitary spark alive, we foster
the reflections in each other's eyes.*

Now the trick is to find the formula
to transform such fire. With Donne
as prophet, we'll wield the wand –
conjure a new magic, a new alchemy...
And make us both golden.

* "Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread/ Our eyes, upon one double string..." - from 'The Ecstasy' by Donne