Oh, and that alchemy thing

You turned a little toward me,
flushed before that quiet deluge 
and leant in, to be received 
in that crucible of  moments before,
 in my arms, emotions, troubles, 
even untolds, became salt, with just a few impurities, 

that would be most readily forgiven.

You did transform in my eyes
and before them those, very same,
windows of a soul,
that had done their hardest work, months ago.

For they be precious,
 those held back longest within you, waiting, for their moment of alchemy.
Purifying fire, water, salt, crystal clear,
 to me and my long loving eyes.