ONE DAY

One day my beloved will return
anoint my eyes and kiss my hands
from base metal into gold.

He will come
on a horse of music
into the ear.
One word spoken from his lips
will tear this place asunder.

The drones
in the beehive of my heart
will swarm up
hungry for flowers
in the soil of souls
as dust
singing
in his mind.

They will fly
towards his eyes
stinging themselves
with the excitement
of the honey dance.

My Beloved will return
in the time of warm summers,
when his flowers are wide open
like a shop of stars in the dark.

The night is between his fingers
when the bees are squeezed
for honey.
A drink to make him dance.


Michael Rohan
Positive Australia
mobile 0412281862
email positive@thehub.com.au
http://www.thehub.com.au/~positive/


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