Honey Bee

thought of lucid dreams with hay
 pillow clouds in the sky
 a tear falls from the face of a little girl
 shades of grey turned to light

 The little girl speaks," Sugar is sweet so sweet as honey from a bee."
 she dreamed a dream set in a flight to a fancy
 remembers holding the hand of her daddy
 life is filled with times like these

 the cool breeze through a Willow tree
 love is a circle nestled to her brain
 love is a fountain that explodes in extacy
 columns of pillars in duration

 we each can learn from the honey bee
 the hay had grown to a fuller stock
 pillow clouds lay somber
 in it's desolation

 we can learn to fly