© 2010 jenny

Bees

I want to see

What a flower sees Incoming

Bows over string, A sweet Hum

For a tiger to land, Crisp claws on fragile Skin, That disappear inside

I want to see enlight

Like hind sight

No blind Ness In black holes that drink

In No thing left to chance, Can those eyes sense

So strong?

Could I see in reverse?