Busy Bee Poem by Nina Hall

What are you my busy bee?
The singing salt water that cripples my tree
Faceless with ripples that vanquish my fear
Alone as a moon sitting quiet on a pier
After all this and hat I question in vain
I ask for forgiveness if I cause you such pain
So smile at it now with me though you see it more
I smile at it now as you slam the front door
Have and love I wish all happiness to you
Go find your peace and the God who is true
But if you ever kindly whisper to me
The existential meaning that could set my rest free
I would be so grateful in thesis gentle times
Without foggy thought or labyrinth lines
Friend of a friend if I let you down
And dashed you aloud on a dirty old town
I claim from the mountain I love your slow song
And tried in my earnest to not do you wrong
But what are we now my busy young bee?
And what of our mystical role repartee?
What of our secretive play in the stars?
Open the celest and smash up the cars
Take a hand and brother I love you
Blindfolded I march forward to find any true.