Honey Bee Poems

Dawn and dusk deepen my heart
Songs at dawn, should I not bend and break
Debussy by dusk and dimmest light
In and unto you
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He loves deeper than the deepest ocean
An abyss is my heart

His love a pure and timeless treasure
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Slate grey eyes filled with searching
A quiet and unhappy soul buried alive
Would it ever rise?
Now all seeing and all living
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Lost in loves lumbering and rolling mists
Foreign yet crisp and refreshing on my warm cheek

A blustery misty fog tides my frame over to you
My eyes peer open, uncertain and blinded
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Roots as deeply sunken into the earth as a Sycamore
With an outer layer tanned, thick and woody
Protection grown from years of soil well toiled
I am beaming upwards, upright, reaching and soaring
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