Thousands Of Bees

In a jar of alchemy

The sands of mind washed in from the sea on a sinking boat

Navigating the tangled thread

In a snag at the edge of the bed a well-worn plot

Written in an aching need

The book with the shining seed could not float

I awoke in the early morning

I thought to tell you something

But I forget what it was now anyway

It's good of you to stay

I saw myself in shattered mirrors

Each an echo of the other's features, but never the same

The pieces hung on to the wall

Held a while before they fall from the game

But if they could resolve

To flow as they dissolve my name

I awoke in the early morning

I thought to tell you something

But I forget what it was now anyway

It's good of you to stay

I had a dream, beautiful

In a garden there grew shining trees

Fruit and vines in the night

The plants there shone a strange light from their leaves

I drew closer to the colored shapes

Illuminating the folds of my cape and my sleeves

And of a sudden heard a sound

Buzzing soft all around without a breeze

Flying in the garden where

Flowers touched my hands and hair thousands of bees

I awoke in the early morning

I thought to tell you something

But I forget what it was now anyway

It's good of you to stay