Bees

There's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony And the less of it I need, the more I get 'Til I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries Like an 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 'Til I'm blind and hiding in the lion's mouth And 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 And as my ears 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 She said, "This harvest might sustain us for a year" And of all the thousand ways the world could tempt me I've 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 it doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong