Night Sky in Blue

Honey bees drip upon the gentle greens
and light comes crawling upon the warm gentle breeze.
It finds me softly and the touch moves me to be
a night upon the calling of a warm gentle degree.

It is in life in you that I find the flame,
and as the gentle rain comes calling in blue,
will I forever be the life that rages so sensually in you.
I am enraged at the sense of all that comes calling in blue.