A Tribute To Voice of the Beehive

I first heard of you
In the hot heat of ’88
I was in love
My world full of bliss.
But the love 
Died on the vine
And I was lost
And alone but I had
The songs of the 
Beehive to protect me.

I’ve been to your city
With my friends
I’ve walked your earth
And yes, it’s my home,
My only home.
I’ve been the lover,
The barbarian
And the moon
All in my short life
On this earth.

I thought the Beehive
Had died
But in ’91
And finally ’96 you finally
Came alive again.
I thank Tracy
And Melissa for 
The best music
In the world
And that timeless gig in ’91.



 from Her Name is Hope – Life Force
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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