Golden

What possesses the bee
to fly from flower to flower
unknowingly gathering grains
of life force
free while sipping endlessly
drunk on sweet nectar;
tasting the color of light
in her small humming mouth?

Travel mile after mile
in the service of happiness
you will never see;
a queen who buries herself
in the center of the colony
away from the beauty
that lives alone
in the world
among soft petals,
delicate perfume
and you may almost
lose yourself.

Any yet,
something golden
brings you home.

The tilt of the sun
at the setting of stars
in the vast darkness.

The inner compass
pointing always west
like wind.

The scent of honey
on your breath
as you kiss
the reflection
of your heart
in the mirror
of one moment
of another
lonely
day.