Last night I slept in peace
A chill breeze washes over me
The chill rises.
The clouds have been set on fire,
I am in that sunlight now
Look closer.
Two bees before me lie sleeping.
And the dawn was held off,
Now, I am warm with painful understanding
The clouds grow pale,
Tamyka Bell
While you fought the war.
I came here to be closer to you
As I watch the dawn.
But inside I'm still warm.
The clouds have made their stand
Upon the horizon,
And the sea is calm.
So the clouds are like waves that should be.
And lava flows across the tips
Of these heavenly mountains,
And sunlight seeps through,
Climbs up,
Shines out of a few small spaces.
And no cloud can contain me.
The world is reborn.
Around me buzz small insects
And above me fly the birds,
But one bee before me lies sleeping.
Content in their unison,
They did not reawaken
At this dawn.
They cannot celebrate the day.
For we were late;
So I still saw it
But they did not.
And beautiful truth.
But my hair is on fire,
And my heart is burning.
11 August, 2004
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