Bumblebee floated

About landing

On me

And whispered

Don’t I

Look silly

Bumbling about

Without a

Care except

To tell

You that

You’re perfect

Right where

You are

And there

Across ivory

His fingers

Danced his

Face reminded

Me of

Children in

Spring rain

Singing to

The sounds

Of Heaven

And as

I awoke

A barren

Field lay

Before absent

What was

Once humidity

Now chills

A dampness

Of basements

And hideaways

Windy memories

Light snow

Or ash

Only remains

Of fires

Which once

Crackled warmth

A veil

Spun of

Words cloaks

My face

Perhaps one

Day I

Will learn

That silence

Truly does

Roar louder