Testo Maplebees

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