Honeycomb

The old churchyard is where I faded

She watched me while, I fell unaided

And in my time when god's army came and got me

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

Cherry brown, lips of maple

Olive creams, her eyes and face were

And in that town as I walk as a deserter

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

Dance for God, dance for mating

The ritual of her figure eighting

And in my mind as I fly above the churchyard

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb