Bees

To locate is challenging

In pitch darkness on slippery leaves

All know as an impossible dream

Yet as important as good broth

For to heal from the sting

That smarts the brains with lightening

Into the blood system strange love

Like eating this evening is not my idea you thunder people

Demigods wailing in flower beds

Where the bee had died

And stung my head

While the music was forgetful

As the forget me nots were

Which bees wax dripped upon

The honey in the magic song

Oozing into reality

Winter covered them

But the lit up like Christmas lights

With perfect whiskey

For the coming dreams

Where I was breathing under the sea

Amongst the atoms of life

And phosphorescent blue coral

Waxing deliciously.