The Wind's Isle

for the Honeybee

Sunlit pines mirrored in the lake

In the ripples they slowly quake

While wind rustles through the needles

Touching my face as it blows by

Gently rocking the dock while I

Hear the calling of wild gulls

The calm wind lulls me so sweetly

Greeting me like a lost friend she

Braids and weaves through my chestnut hair

Then dips through the lake and soars high

Playing with the gulls in the sky

And I sigh for such days are rare

The sun shines fair warming my smile

Here on the isle in the wind’s care

Castle

for the Honeybee 
and dVerse

Stones reflected in the

moat. Ancient stories blurred

by water soft and deep.

Old tales forgotten, yet

whispered through the quiet

ages. Calling out, but

leaving something unseen.

So let the harper play

Singing of those long lost

Days. Shadows dance upon

the stones. Past heroes come.

Forgotten tales renew

memories rise from the dust.

Unseen yet remembered. 

Fairy Vale

for the Honeybee

While wondering through a fairy vale

Sunlight splintered by the pines

Fairies led me down their secret trail

Fairies flew through the trailing vines

I watched the dance from shady bough

Sunlight splintered by the pines

Standing on the mountain’s brow

Sheltered in the valley’s clasp

I watched the dance from shady bough

I heard their silver songs and my own gasp

Among the fruits and flowers they called me friend

Sheltered in the valley’s clasp

With a thousand sights that cannot be penned

I walked there a year or more I cannot tell

Among the fruits and flowers they called me friend

I had no wish to wake from their spell

I walked there a year or more I cannot tell

While wondering through a fairy vale

Fairies led me down their secret trail