Sweet Honey

I sat at the edge of paradise
holding a string in my hand
Someone called my name
“Sweet honey of mine”
I pulled on my string, no resistance
Until a balloon carried me high into the sky
above my paradise I flew, eyes wide open
Until my balloon began to fall
“Sweet honey of mine”
I heard the call again, such a familiar sound

A mountain rose high before my sinking flight
And my feet touched down on an icy slope
A young man caught my body
Carefully placed me into his sled
Pulled into a snow covered village
Where aged men sat in circles
Smoking from a pipe carved from red stone
“Sit with us” they offered my weary body
“Sweet honey of mine”
The call continued to beckon me... home?

Broken smiles upon parchment skin, the men greeted
A knowing spark in their ancient eyes
“Why do you not answer him” the men asked of me
“Why do you only sit at the edge?”
I lowered my head, body still weary, paradise feels far away
I sat in their circle, string still tight in my grasp
An airless balloon, flaccid, on the end it withered
“Sweet honey of mine”

Above the snowy hill where ancient men gathered
A colorless bird found my shoulder, a perch
The night sky upon his feathers
Stars reflected in his midnight eyes
The string in his talon, he pulled me again into flight
Until my feet met sandy ground, a desert of red
Cold in the night air, barren of life, for miles upon miles
The bird stayed upon my shoulder, sawing a song
“Sweet honey of mine”
The bird cawed, the bird begged of me
“Answer him child, he calls to you”
With the beat of his wing a sand storm began to blow
Standing in the center of the funnel, sand slashing my skin
I lay, fetal and broken,
“Sweet honey of mine” I cry, I chant to myself
At the edge of paradise, again I sat, holding my string
Wading into a lake bursting with life below the surface
“Sweet honey of mine”
He calls to me one more time. Do I answer? Do I dare?
From the lake a light appears, bright, silver
“Look into me” he seduces me
“Look deep into the light, Sweet honey of mine.”
I look, I search the water for him, the source of his voice
I see no other but myself, reflected in the cool water
I call to him, where are you? where do I look?
Please show yourself, Sweet honey of mine.

The water begins to swirl at my feet
A wave made of silver liquid, before me
His eyes an emerald green within the liquid
“I am here, Sweet honey of mine. I wait patiently for you.”
I reach my hand into the wall of rushing water
I feel his warmth, a caress of promise
The silver envelopes me, I melt inside it’s glow
The man calling to me, devouring me completely
I feel one last thought, before the nothing takes me
Paradise, the illusion,

I am ravaged by my own desire, to be no more, me