Harvest Honey From Fear

Harvest Honey From Fear
© Surazeus
2025 12 26

Not resting till the fire is almost dead, 
I toss and turn in sorrow of my bed, 
then throw another log on bank of coals 
while ignoring hot-huff breath of lithe foals, 
and sip spiced cider that flushes my brain 
with soft memories of golden summer grain. 

When millions of bees swarm out of the moon 
while I express sorrow with haunting tune 
I follow them to old tree on the hill 
where I search for secret source of free will 
to carefully harvest honey from fear 
so I can return as the puppeteer. 

Startled from reverie by the soft chime 
that accelerates my weird sense of time, 
I wield knife to slice loaf of quietness 
with calm self-discipline of Tantalus, 
then offer with love to the faceless ghost 
of my absent lover honey-soaked toast. 

I feel strange joy of pleasure swell in waves 
of vibrant energy among deep graves 
when I strum lyre of Mercury with grace 
to sing folk-songs borne from this ancient place 
where people feast and dance on river shore 
in country where nobody locks their door. 

Blue ghosts of trees from smoke of crackling fires 
transcend material trap of flesh desires, 
yet I long to kiss your cane-scented mouth 
to celebrate dark genius of the South 
that seethes in souls of people fighting fate 
who hide in paradise behind locked gate. 

Lost people fallen from the dream machine 
go dancing through wild woods of Melusine 
while singing along footpaths of the swamp 
to join parade of refugees with pomp 
who build rough shacks in villages of hope 
and with humble reverence learn to cope. 

No wild-eyed shaman or arrogant priest 
dares challenge Tiresias at the feast 
for crown of wisdom he bears in his hand 
while searching solemnly across the land 
for brave descendant of the Lion King 
to conduct our national choir to sing. 

Yet moon-eyed owl in sprawling oak of faith 
would judge my slanted progress on the path 
that leads my brave ambition to escape 
curse of fame by hiding under the cape 
that renders me invisible to Death 
when I meditate with celestial breath.