In my world of dreams
   I have the freedom
      None hold the keys

So everyone can come and see
Not a forlorn monstrosity
But, in my bravest hopes,
a human bee

Not covered with the world's hundred woes
Not stained by other people's shades

Alas, this bee has a dream
Of flowers and delicate pettles
Of horizons merging with the sea

This, I call reality...
To go...out the window
And glisten..to provide...

There, I long to be,
for a bee close to me..

Alive!
         Dawn strikes anew!
And words seem to manifest,
in a stream of coherent waves
Akin to honey, flowing,
with a sound, majestic pace

       Down a river,
us sailors of motion have the word..
"The boat is ours! "
"We rule the waves!"
     " Let us have the lance and declare a stance!"
    
Words flew with the zephyr...
And still the waves persisted
for a fleeting moment..

Myriads of wishes grew sentient..,

Out of the blue,
Zephyr sprung forth his slow...gentle
caress
Touching a slew of merry, calm candle leafs,
who, surprisingly, morphed to kindled sweets...