Songs of Honey & Light

A song written by the hands of higher times,
etched in the echoes of stars long gone—
beneath it lies a tale of good girls and honey,
of laughter that blooms
like petals at dawn.

In a world of golden fields, slow afternoons,
where friends to each other stalk benign,
their eyes linger in shadows,
their smiles stretched thin—
they dance in circles
that never quite touch.

There is sweetness here,
but it drips slow as honey
from the comb of time’s worn hands,
sticking to fingers
that reach for more.

For beneath the innocence
and whispers of light
lie secrets stitched tight
in the seams of their hearts—
the things they deserve,
the dreams left unsaid,
like fireflies caught
in jars of glass.

Oh, the hands of higher times
may guide their song,
but it is they who must decide:
to break or belong,
to grasp at the honey
or let it flow free,
as their story unfolds
in the hush of the trees.