"My Honey Bun"

 I woke up feeling just a little blue.

 Then I saw the colors all around you.

 From the yellow sunlight in your hair.

 With a golden crown from way up there.

 As the green grass carpet cuddles your toes.

And cotton candy clouds will follow your nose.

The honey on your lips sticks around for a smile.

 Simply the best gifts have always been around. 

"My Honey Bun"

There are occasions where I go. Where I wonder what is next. It's a remote place. Where todays events are place in solitary confinement.  Then my heart speaks freely to release me. I  try to understand the ins and outs of writing about the moment. Flawlessly.

The nights I stayed up. No sheep left to count while struggling with sleepy eyes.

Writing poetry.