I remember the lamp shade you said you made

the time there was no parting without a kiss

You saved my red rose

Symbolic of my love

 Preserved it on your wall

 how all of this changed without reason

 in but a short season

I became merely an equation

What did I equal? What variable did I become?

If I was like others, then I could be figured away

I remember your soft embrace

How you said that was a good place

Sometimes I wake from slumber

Hearing your sweet voice

echoing from some other time and place

How did I become like one of Benzer’s flies?

Trying to reach the light of your heart  

Trapped by transparent barriers

that only you could move away

Was I a stanza in a post-modern musical composition of disconnected melodies?

Couldn’t there have been a coda?

No

merely an abrupt ending as a song made to fill time

In a picture, I saw a lamp shade on your head

It was not the one you made

Your light was not covered then

I remember the lamp shade you said you made

Disappearing Bees

The honey sweet

The sound full of joy

We danced in the field with daisies

Moving to and fro and round and round

Playing delightful music to all that could hear

But

The wave of music began to abate near silence

Round and round and to and fro no more

The daisies lost their beauty and the dance was without

Joy turned to quiet contemplation

The pollen solitary

Disappearing bees......disappearing dreams......disappearing love