The Color of Bees

When they took the stars down for the morning
It was perfect in the ageless land
We had walked and talked and rediscovered
all that flows from neath our hands
this is where the magic is
the place I find inside myself
the time that takes us out so far
in remembering with someone else
I make a move to find the world
a far and separate place
but then in finding out the truth
I brought back an image of a face
With laughter ringing bright and clear
the best medicine they make on Earth
for Inside the heart are rooms and halls
to wander without fear.

 

July 2009