Humble bumble bee

 

The bumble bee

humbly buzzed his way in,

busily flitting between rooms,

no borders or boundaries

for our fuzzy friend.

Spring had arrived,

but no flowers could he see.

He was warming to the hospitality,

as the giant spoke to him,

a soft rumbling bass sound

vibrating the air but not threatening.

 

Busy the bee braved

to go deeper within

this giants cave.

Not at all how the older bees

described them to be.

He explored rooms.

Where were the

carved stone walls?

And how come

there is no water on the floors?

No pools of deep blue hidden

within this mysterious

cave system he flew through.

The warming scent of cooking

lingers in the air,

this is not simple fire cooked fayre.

This is herby and full of flair.

And what is with the doors?

Strange wooden panels

barring entry to some areas,

the history books must

have been liars he thought.

 

Walls of sound and vision

disturbed him immensely,

these were not like the cave paintings

they had shown in bee school.

This moved,

it spoke,

it sung,

it was...

Wrong...

Everything is wrong...

Where is nature?

Where is the love of the world?

What is with these bare trees

cut into synthetic furniture?

Where has the sky gone?

 

But then he sensed

something familiar.

Something he knew.

He swooped quickly

room to room.

Skimming across

the shining wooden surfaces,

Until he found some flowers in bloom,

just a small bunch,

held in a vessel to preserve their beauty,

for a second, he was happy.

He buzzed merrily around.

Then saw the outside and flew,

looking forward to getting away

from this stale sterile air,

he thought, as he came

crashing to the ground.

An invisible forcefield

blocking his escape

from this giant beasts lair.

 

 

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Draw the moon

 

Could you

draw the moon?

I've forgotten

what it looks like

through

wide-awake eyes.

I've lost sight

of its hopeful glow.

I need to see

what it looks like

when love

flows through.

 

Can you describe to me

the way it hangs

lower every day?

How it makes the air around

appear fuzzy,

as if the clouds themselves

were carrying torches.

Can you describe what you see?

Until I can see in perfect clarity

the image painted

in the cavity when my memory

should be.

 

It seems I've lost my normality,

I can't see the things

that remind me of reality.

All I have is thick black shades

covering my view

and I am drained of all

the colour

that used to

wash through.

Now the stars

are blinking out too.

So, my only light

is the one in my heart,

which is dimming

from its dwindling spark.

 

I've lost my light.

The shine still sits

somewhere close,

I know,

but it no longer shows

in the skies

over these tired eyes.

I need to see it

through your view.

Feel your connection to the moon.

It will show me what love sees,

it will hold me whilst I'm all alone.

 

Can you paint with vivid colour

the world when that moon

sits high above her?

I've lost my four-leaf clover,

the one given

in a dream

by a future lover.

Now I feel darkness

washing over,

all I can do

is sleep

under these

tear-stained covers

and dream, but even in dreams

there is a hole

where the moon should be.

 

 

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A little word called love

 

I can conjure up a thousand worlds,

I can walk you through shadows,

take to the stars.

I could show you the monoliths of Mars,

but I can never find the words

that unlock the true feelings of my heart.

It always seems so simple.

Love.

Four letters, which are supposed

to speak above

all others,

but four letters just feel like a flurry.

I want you to feel the universe

not just a simple word blurted in a hurry.

 

I knew from the first moment I saw you

our stories were combined,

like honey blended with the cream of time,

swirling together to create

something sweeter than its two parts.

I want hearts to bind.

Create a story that can never end.

Our paths entwined,

branches of the tree of love

stretching around to hold us,

or like the double helix of DNA, 

the swirling energy of what made you and me

twirling around everything.

I knew, like I'd been sprinkled with stardust,

I knew there were oceans of love

that flow between us.

 

I knew from the first time I heard you speak,

passion licked lips found ways to dig so deep,

I felt something spark alive inside,

the words turning on the lights

to see where they now reside.

I could feel the love inside, and it felt right

for the first time in my life.

Something in the universe had changed,

the stars rearranged, planets aligned.

Maybe we were lovers in a distant time,

but then I think, how can a mortal being

be so closely tied to a goddess

so divine?

 

In distant dreams, before I knew,

I saw what was to become true,

my aching love for you.

Just a seed starting to bloom,

slowly growing, leaves started to spread.

I felt you in my head,

I heard you in the words I said,

I spoke in verse to the universe,

to show me what all this means,

all it did was scream back one word.

Love.

I questioned. Exclaimed.

Said that this is bigger,

it needs a new name,

or at the least to be enflamed

brighter than the sun.

 

I knew the first moment

we so briefly held each other,

that I wanted to hold tightly forever,

to never feel the strain of my heart being

jerked away so painfully.

I knew that my mind would be consumed,

because it was already crowded

with thoughts of you.

But I have never found 

the right word to express

this feeling the best,

so, until they update the dictionary

I guess love will have to do.

 

 

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