Ghostly Honey

Morning spills across the floor. Yellow pools on faded tile your shadow lingers by the door Gone but haunting

all the while. Empty jars still catch the light golden stains I can't erase.

Bees have fled to warmer skies Leaving dust in every space. Oh

the sweetness clings like sin dipping slow through cracks in time.

Every drop a tender sting Honey turned to ghostly

Rhyme Summer buzzed in amber waves. Now the hive sings out of

tune silent where the nectar stays stolen by a colder moon.

Stone still balanced on the sill tipped with remnants of your touch. Sunlight fades and