here come the trumpets
here come the tapping sticks
here come the glasses, teetering here and there
push your worry and your resolve
under the seat
this is the honeycomb, and the bees are sleeping right through it
how often are you given a clear path to the nectar
to the calm water, to the pearl sugar
how often are you allowed to spill over the edges
to shake off the posture
to watch spring parade through the door
bringing the sweetest nonsense
for you to drink straight
so take that pride, that composure, the puffing chest
that need to have your hands on the reigns
because this is the time for the nectar
for the fuzzy music
and the glittering roar
for the grinning chorus
and the confetti of gold
and the mellow tones rising above us
and the yellow shade of laughter, falling down
enough nectar and some of us find our bravery
and we say things like
you know what I’ve always thought?
and
I’ve been meaning to tell you
just a little too much sugar
a little too much nectar
and we are unfiltered
here come the trumpets
here come the tapping sticks
here comes the glasses, teetering here and there
push your worry and your resolve
under the seat
this is the honeycomb, and the bees are sleeping right through it
how often are you given a clear path to the nectar
