It came to me;
just a little bee.

Wind and momentum, its saving grace
Avoiding with skip and bounce the quarter inch gallows of space.
It came to rest on a long wooden slat.
Perhaps, just perhaps, resting for its next lap.

Straining wings with no buzz,
Fading sight in many eyes
Confined by the cracks
of false hope in blue skies.

It's just a little bee, I said.
No effect on me.

Try, trying, tried.
Balancing on the edge, exhausted and alone
Hanging on to the delusion it's still going home.
It crawled, hind legs dragging,
from the shadows to the light.
A frozen will to live,
soothing its plight.

You don't affect me, little bee.
Quite the contrary, can't you see?

Even life's flickering rays
Observe the Grey Knight.
Why can't you let it come?
And give up your fight.

Another attempt,
Another struggle
Soon Sun and Moon,
You'll no longer juggle.

Dark Shadows encroach
And then quickly swallow.
Please little drone,
stop your sorrow.

We always have tomorrow.

You don't affect me...
Little Bee...
I'm not crying...
No, no, not me.