Hovering With Honey Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

The wish to be healed
Maybe that is the healing

I carry these heavy stones
all these fallen secrets
Earnest of the lionize self
Forgotten pieces in various caves

Your lips are sweet earth
the ground is such a fine place
on the earth of balance
songs laugh like spring birds
the trees have roots
I want to look up not down

I seen the moon from my window
She knew I peeked
She is bright like a sacred angel
Rest is drama
Peace really looks at beauty

Sometimes the sea flows in my dreams
The lakes bright with sun
the sky like a song
Way outside myself I find dreams
Hovering with honey