When compassion meets a crazy eye
in the gentle stillness of the night

Somewhere

in the honeycombed fashion of my heart
I observe every intersected layer
And every resulting cell

There the nectar is fused and filled
into our world
and the waxy stratosphere
we hold dear
melts in a moment
most surreal

Crowded in
we watch this dance
to ascertain
where to fly

Carrying on and on
to drop the dust
from our feet
as we go by

and we watch
new life rise
within our own
honeycomb eyes