Let me tell you, Friend,
of a gift
you once gave to me,
it was close to when we first met
amongst the rosehips and lizards
the close and swarming calmly humming bees
you asked me something,
and then I watched you
move towards the ground and sit
before me
kneeling.
you listened,
as I would sit in prayer
my heart welled up in my eyes
and honey tears
spilled over the edges
of my all my wounded places
i have never felt so heard.
I remember this
now and then
sometimes,
in quiet moments of sweet reverie,
ten-thousand tiny wings singing
tonight,
it rose to the surface of my mind
when recalling a time
i felt like someone bowed
to the Queen in me.
Bless you, Bee.
