It was new at first, like a little seedling-- a sprout.
We had to test everything, figure it out,
just what our love was all about.
We grew up and up, 'till soon we could see
that though the light shone still,
life would soon be sun free.
But that didn't stop us, no
We kept drinking up the water,
we still wanted to grow.
So we did and we did
we grew up and up higher
and even as we grew, the clouds
they got darker.
Then one day, it was over.
Like that.
Not without cause.
Not without knowledge.
We saw the clouds coming all along
But did we run for cover?
no
we kissed in the rain.
Then winter came, hard and harsh
The petals now dead,
though once they were lush
Our love, like a flower it once bloomed
Now only a lonesome life,
in the distance loomed
Unknown to us,
for we were otherwise occupied
there was a kind little bee
who found our nectar bona fide.
He sipped it long and carried away
all our memories of each sweet day.
The winter was long,
and for me it was harsh
Your blossom I thought, never again
would I see it, though nearly March.
Then one day, while reflecting, I saw
that it did not hurt still,
No, not at all.
It was like swimming in honey, sweet and opaque;
All our moments were rosy,
and the pain soon felt fake.
I soon realized what a great favor
that honey bee did me,
it saved me my friend meilleur.
Back to the living now,
back to the present
I'll always be grateful for you and that bee
Life is better, now that we're back to honey.
1 comment:
heehee, I can't help but relate everything you write to myself Janice. I'm probably wrong half the time but still. Excellent writing, btw, you rock as always. -Patrick
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