[2025:45] North Carolina, Erren Kelly

The Worker bee flies high
Among the Carolina pines
Don’t blame her if you lose
Track of days and become
Lost in her reverie, her glow
Lingers among many midnights
Filling the blank spaces of days
Tortured Poets write stories of
Their encounters with her and
How she enthralled them with
Her magic, her voice is the song
Of the roads, and the highway
Don’t care where you roam, as long
As it leads you back to her, you
Want to take her as your lover,
Losing yourself in the soft glow
Of fireflies, in her arms, you become
Fearless, worry subsides for a fortnight
The two of you dreamers, forever and
Always