Poem for - Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Shortly Before Waking (aka H.A.R.P.)

The bees buzzing beauty for Orpheus

Slide across sonorous strings

To free the Snake-bitten Eurydice

But turning she tumbles again

Vega, bright crystal of starlight

An eagle with folded wings

For a second sweet muse you Levitate

The cold blade of morning is near

So hold out your tortoiseshell harp

A just waking moment of dreams

The bees have a lot yet to comtemplate

As do we.