There is a place...

There is a place
A place that I want to go
Into the valley of the woods
Onto the purple heather
Lying down with deep brown eyes
Gazing and all-seeing
The ensnaring small of an angel's back
Entwined in that spiritual purple for ever.

But the humble bumble bee
In the wild marjoram and the lilac flowers
Sweet nectar and death comes within a year
Falling, struggling to fly,
Fading, flailing, crying, more time
To lick that sweet colour nectar.
But god in his wisdom did not dispense that
He deigned to leave the pleasure with the pain
And now I know where God goes I need not go
Again.