Queen Bee Even in my dreams, dear, I am sick of your ghost. You haunt me when my eyes close, amidst the candy cane trees my mind makes up; You stroll along the sea grass laughing, like a hyena. You grab my hand And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream, a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick as honey now. I can hear the bees. They swarm, and I think suddenly that I can feel pain in dreams, can you? You are silent, I am under the buzzing wings, floating Away from you. Your ghost is farther away than ever, now. Sometimes I wake: a bee stuck in my throat.

Sacrifice Gently she peeled off The onion layers of my Spirit, whispering, this won't hurt. Bare, & lost I did not like who I was Deep inside.

Maze Stumbling, I get lost In the labyrinth of your mind. Softly, you smile.

Warrior You wandered bravely in the deep dark Woods of my haunted soul, Running from rabid daisies and Fighting off viscous wolves (Who snarled and Bit your ankles). You cut down all the ghost Trees that haunted my mind And slowly, Softly Planted sunflowers.

Distance Here I am reaching out My trembling fingers to you As you shut your eyes And wander into the sea foam Which calls your name The way I wish I could. Don't you notice the wave's Fierce rhythm is the same In my deep heart? Do you feel the sun kissing Your skin the way I wish I was allowed to?