Bees

What is this wonder-taker -
whisper-shaker -
ground life strummer -
spirit maker?
dusk-dark dancer -
of the sword -
in crumble dust -
in sunray cord?

This magic mage,
This holy sage,
This golden god,
This darksome cloud,
This humming one,
This wonder song,
This glisten priest,
This forest loud.

Life of ochre
Life of bronze
Potion singer
Living song.
Under black leaves
In daylight towers
Your daylight soot
Ignites the hours.

Carry the crust
of life to life
The flower crux
The starting might
this yellow sleet
this gummy sleep
that makes dreams
loud enough to keep.

Black enactment
Sun bright word
Never ending
world interred
hive and honey
wax and god
You are the clouds
that stir the sod.
Enchanters of the pillared pine
We traced your trail
We drank your wine

Yet bodies gather
Shrivelled husks
While life is sought
In plastic rust
And not upon your knees
and tongues
Does the damage
Scorch the sun?

Do wings gather
Shrivelled black
Death before
The life is back?
Dust of time
gathers too quick
rust of change
upon a stick.
Rust of change
Upon our heels
We cannot eat
and can't conceal.

Is time as real as royalty?
Are clouds as near as smoke?
knots are close within blue sky
knots of past,
and knots of hive.
Memories come
and so do swarms
The sky alive
the wood is warm.
The sky alive
and hummed with wings
The story lives
The winged sing.

The story lives
Through golden words
The golden goddess
combs her hair
and palaces
of cell-souled wax
repeat and multiply her sight
repeat and multiply her swarm
The silence lives
The Queen is born.