The Truth is More Than Honey

So much, so early
so sweet it seems!
Then with time
you think you know
that butterflies
turned back within-
to the crawling
catepillars
you believe
are eating your
precious garden...
the one you
thought was you.

How could you forget
even within your pain,
that the Truth is more
than honey, and is
also the bees...
the ones that sting
your open heart
right when it's soft
and needing to
be kissed.
You cry out: 'Why?'-
In imagined despair
not seeing the fruit -
which you've already
eaten.

The sweetness of love
is not a candy cane.
It's the purest of rains
travelling down
dirty gutters.
Its sweetness waits
for transcendence
through pain
Just like you saw
when you saw it
through the joy -
of the raw green apple,
needing to mature.

That green apple
succulent so -
calls for you.
It wants you
to bite it.
In all of its
freshness -
It wants you
to rejoice
in its near
perfection.
Bite it if
you will, but
leave your spirits
wanting more.