Poetry 176: The Glass Hive V – The Summit

Is the honey so out of reach?
For a taste of that special treat?
I can see it now, it’s dripping
From a crack on that high ceiling

Its irresistible sparkle
Causes me to shake a little
Its scent so alluring and pure
Have goosebumps and tingles for sure

A coveted desire draws fear
And a mixed bag of tears and cheer
Wond’ring when the moment will come
Cowardice could be meddlesome

A crack means an attempt was made
One who’s done it before but failed
A crack means there is hope waiting
For that second undertaking

-AAS

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