Honey Walls

Written for a wedding - and, to keep the pretentious Latin theme going, with half a nod to Vergil's 4th Georgic...  

In your hour of flowers and little girls’ laughter,

In the night that is right and the days that come after, 

When you choose to do the things you will have to –    

You’re building the honey walls. 

You’re building the honey walls.

You’ve tested and stretched the strings that support you. 

You leapt and you wept and the safety net caught you.  

Now the rhythm you strum is the one that they taught you  

Inside the honey walls.   

Inside the honey walls. 

Honey walls.  

Honey walls.  

The push and the rush and the glorious fall.  

The beat and the sweetness, the heart of it all.  

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls. 

Behind the green screen, under indigo eyes,  

Your yearning and learning and dreams in disguise 

Coalesce with the rest in the buzz of the hive, 

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls.  

When the sun’s bound in clouds that don’t let its heat through  

And down on the ground life’s about to defeat you,  

Then folding and holding they press back to meet you –  

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls.  

Honey walls.  

Honey walls.  

The push and the rush and the glorious fall.  

The beat and the sweetness, the heart of it all.  

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls.  

(You can listen to an acoustic demo here.)