Beestung

Start with your fingers

They finger the change

That carries me home in our evening

You're bee stung there...

Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage

That carries me over your thinking

You're bee stung there...

Between the tall buildings

Are snow-coated alleys

Between us is nothing but grace

Snow rides the wind down

And drives past the window

Falling all over your face

I fly out the window

And then ride the wind down

You fit me into my place

You're bee stung here...

Start with your eyes

When they eye me in twilight

Picking up pieces of mine

Tie me up with the twine in you eyelight

String me from heaven to time

You bee stung me...

Between the tall buildings

Are snow-coated alleys

Between us is nothing but grace

Help me up when you hear me behind you

Falling all over the place

It's not to late