Emphasis - Sleeping At Last

Death is promised to the bee

Who’s sting protects the colony.

Was its life worth nothing more

Than honey for the queen?

Life is a branch and it is a dove,

Handcrafted by confusing love.

Sign language is our reply,

When church bells make no sound.

In hollow towers and empty hives,

We craved sweetness with a fear of heights.

Was it all just a grain of sand

In an hourglass?

The smartest thing i’ve ever learned

Is that i don’t have all the answers,

Just a little light to call my own.

Though it pales in comparison

To the overarching shadows,

A speck of light can reignite the sun

And swallow darkness whole.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.

It is the finger pressed upon our lips.

It puts an unwanted emphasis

On how we should have lived.

Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.

Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.

Love letters that were never signed,

Sent to where we live.

But the sweetest thing i’ve ever heard

Is that i don’t have to have the answers,

Just a little light to call my own.

Though it pales in comparison

To the overarching shadows,

A speck of light can reignite the sun

And swallow darkness whole.