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let it be
beyond the need to know
of songs – the heart –
but carried by a swarm
of ancient bees

beyond the reach
of destinies
wilderness grows wilder
nectars of forever
are weaved into the trees

whispered by the waters
as passed between the canyons
flowing ever gently
o’er stones
by sorrow thrown

fell against a morning
years before our waking –
sealed with us
uncertain fate
as one again we know

might ever we be witness
eyes to search the darkness
a flame –
another flicker –
reveals familiar ways

as those to understand us
winds retain the memory
of birth –
a new hope rising
from worlds we cannot see

hands to hold
remembered us –
as wonder without reason
swarms of bees still gather
how sweet
our name to know