once alive

You were a song I couldn't sing, caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive who complains of the pain of the sting. When I'm lucky I got out alive! A life at best left half behind, the taste of the honey still sweet on my tongue and I'd run (Lord knows I've tried) but there's no place on Earth I can hide from the wrong I've done.

Then I saw a forest grow in the city and a driftwood wall of birdhouse gourds and I'm still waiting to meet a girl like my Mom who's closer to my age. The true light of my eyes is a Pearl equally emptied to equally shine and all or what little joy in the world seemed suddenly simple and endlessly mine

I was once the wine and you were the wineglass, I was once alive when you held me, but God became the glass, all things left are emptiness. But oh, you're just a little girl, if you look out and see a trace of a dark red that was once my face
in the clarity of such grace, you'll forget all about me.