Richard Spisak

Golden Bees

Follow me, oh my fellow golden bees,
Up up and out, of our glowing geometric home,

our perfect living comb, to every bee dream,

our theme and gentle fanned’ rest

Up up and out into the sacred sun drenched garden,

where every aromatic flowers face,

warmed by your gentle golden touch

See the arcing blessed rays,

how each reachy beam buffets with its gentle caress

every morning’s moment of life’s growing flight.

How every flowers shines and shimmers with that very moment,

of your warm and generous blessings heat

How rich, the velvet golden fire showers its blessing

and casts its spell of warm sympathy that the dear plants

so thirsty drink and endear moment by moment

into their every fibre and being

Shine on my sparkling silvered wings thy embracing warmth

that does guide and bless each and all of earth,

with its gentle loving breath

Light our way with your warm buttery blessing

for it is only by thy dancing rainbowed light,

we have found our path illumed across the delirious scented garden,

and then diving deep into the very hearts of heaven’s blossom.

Each beating magnetic moment of your starfire’s pulsating embrace,

thrills our very blood with your infinite golden reach.
Deep will I dive into each flowers living heart while they dress me and dance me

in their sweetness perfume.
Your generous bounty on us all below,

warms us, and delights our every moment

along our dazzling bejeweled journey’s path.

Finding our way across thy beneficent begarlanded glory,

gilded richly with your weighty golden handiwork.

Grant us, oh GOLDEN GOD, we your busy buzzing toilers,

grant us, that sweet sustenance from your scented,
intoxicating and so generous bounty.

Diving deep from our arcing soaring paths

down down into the deepest flowery center,

guided ever by your all penetrating beams.

Each iridescent beating flowers heart,

pulses in an intoxicating bounty of ambered sweet beads

of delirious delight

Cover us in your fine powered glory,

as we drink in these pretty flower fountains,

nourished ever from your all streaming generous heart.

I fairly swoon and sway, so bedecked am I,

from your amorous scented embrace, carry we home,

our golden booty from the very shining flowers’ heart.
Back, back to our dearest sweet and golden glowy homes.

Deliver we out, our charge of grace, pour we out,

each journeys bounty, lifted from our labours in your scented,

and richy favored fruit.

Sun beam-guided, every flying moment by your intimate

and distant reaches fiery licking power

Our great home but the geometric factored shadow

of your golden glancing bounty, our innermost strength

only flows from your vital powers truth,

no flowers shining glory except

through your showering glory spent.

We return bedecked rich and haply burdened

by your gracious gardens bounty,

so soaring guided and

gilded by our great sun’s powerful blessing.

Oh great and golden sun who’s unblinking power guides

and warms our flightly path and ever richly rains her golden blessings on every gardens shining face.
Light, oh ever light thou, our airy road

and be forever our endless fountain of starry grace

In starfire we live
In starfire we are warmed
In starfire we are fed
In starfire we are ever guided