Bees

There’s a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony

And the less of it I need, the more I get

Until I’m swept up by the shape of all the centuries

That can echo in the chambers of my chest

I think she fears I’ll be a servant to my history

Or worse, a slave to someone else’s misplaced doubts

So I try too hard to kill what’s out to kill me

Till I’m blind and hiding in the lion’s mouth

The words she aches to hear pour through my canyon

And they’re singing in the caverns of my limbs

And though I do my best to try to understand them

They only follow me like vultures in the end

I once read that I should write something worth reading

Or I should do something worth writing about

But as my years, they buzz like bees upon the ceiling

I start to pour a little more than I’m allowed

I said our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories

And she said this harvest might sustain us for a year

And of all the thousand ways the world could tempt me

I never met a better fighter than her fear

So as I try to breathe the air that she is breathing

And we dance a lightless dance upon my floor

I am burning to tell her she’s all I’m needing

But I’m drowned out by all the noise outside the door

Carried by the current of the morning

Miles below the surface of the dawn

This is not the place that I was born in

But that doesn’t mean it’s not the place where I belong