Maple Bees

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 themn 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