Maple Bees

Maple Bees - The Acorn

Lost in colors

Painted with silver dice

Printed on fading sheets

With yellows greys and whites

Harmonies couldn't get you to say

Your voice always carrying

You further from my own

Think of me

I know you'll always feed

The buoy that's out to sea

Guiding me to your deep deep deep

Maplebees

Kept them from stinging me

They hovered around my tree

And about your trembling leaves

But oh oh oh you kept the door open

Your long dark silouette

Flushed to the frame

The flattery of young women

Can keep a man hoping

But nothing could compare to you calling my name

Think of me

Gaslights and silver streams

Shadows and arteries

That bleed from your heart back to me