Prophecy
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"Prophecy"
The Bee sleeps Her secrets
In honey
She sleeps Her dreams
a honeycomb
of secret lives
gone wild
in a lost
forest of trees
metamorphosis
in mirrors' reflections
She scries
a prophesier
dreaming
prophecies
where She
fluttering REM
walks long roads home
wandering wondering
in the Amygdala Catacombs
for a little while
breathing in sleep drugged air
like Eternity
sealed in a
dark space
lit with light
of candle wax
dreaming of
his face,
following his phantom footprints
his Love tracks
She is royal jelly fed
prozac poems
She is put to bed
not heard nor seen for a while
eventually She emerges
wet and new
with freedom wings
made from gossamer of green
imprinted with neverending
shining eyes of blue
in warm honey
the Bee
sleeps her dreams
of secret lives
metamorphosized
prophesying
the Prophesier emerges
jubiliant
a Queen
with jaded
eyes
She discards
a past life and
leaves the
Bee Hive
defibrillating
two hearts
one Her’s
the other’s
held gently
in Her
mind’s eye
as She flies
upwards
towards
Her
never ending
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“To be successful, one has to be one of three bees -
the queen bee,
the hardest working bee,
or the bee that does not fit in.”
(Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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