Heaven is of honey And kisses Beeswork Blossomchannels How do I know? How could I forget? Heaven is in the making Remains unfinished A possibility If there's a glipse of it In the little dance of tongues As a reminder As a reminder Heaven is all remembered As an ideal For idiots Possessed by Gods That just waste space In case I wake up without a pen I do not want to forget That Heaven is of honey And kisses Royal jelly For the Queenbee In the centre How do I know? How could I forget?