A Poem About Identity and Self-Realization
Liquid yellow world
Wrapped around Bee Darling
Under the light of the moon at noon
Reverie balanced like a dancer
Atop a block from the ice house.
Bee Darling, you are sweet.
Red paper lanterns
Cottage in the North
Built around Bee Darling
Dampness of moss fills the path of the wagon.
Silence is the song of the year
And the swollen moon that governs here.
Bee Darling, you are chronic.
Dandy lion heart
Beating for Bee Darling
Butter yellow confusion
Daffodil laughter sweet and sharp
Riddles, feathers, apathy
Beneath the mossy canopy.
Bee Darling, you are cruel
Stinging insect burning bright
In the middle of the night
Haunting hill and haunting dale
Fading once the sky grows pale.