eternal sleep

yellow bees that flit for flight,
from flowered trees of seemly sight;
though nectar comes in scarceness sweet,
for hive, for queen, for pollen'd feet.

so fly away against the sun, between and in between wild trees,
'til filled at last your honeycomb for all the buzzing, bumbling bees.

blue fish that swim seven seas,
who know a current but not a breeze;
where some in schools, or shoals, or one,
some lurk in darkness, some in the sun.

so reel away from sharks and rays, that feed for hunger, life, and love,
beseech instead the smaller fry, that seas apparent plenty of.

dusky moth, in sovereign flight,
against the darkness of twilight;
come midnight sun that oft too soon,
juxtaposed 'stead a blood-red moon.

but sown too bright, intense, too hot, to lead you spiral'd and inflamed,
the tender, lucid, blight caress, that draws from overt, kindling flame.

so there i sit, with wanton smile,
amused at how animals stray,
for when a human rests awhile,
he knows but soon must beck the fray.

but in this moment i'm content,
to sit by pond, and tree by night;
and watch the world flee from repent,
while thoughts and fancies take their flight.

but soon, this journey must anew, and sorry i could not here stay,
perhaps in sleep i will remiss, and have myself then float away.