My Sweet Honey Tree

Oh come here dear, and sing to me
Tell me the stories that mean something; lend me the key
Let me see your heart and caress your mind,
With a gentle hand that is mine
What do you think about when the sky gets dark
Who crosses your mind when you are pained
Where do your thoughts travel when you close your eyes
Why do you keep it all bottled up inside?
My mother once told me bottles were for juice
And labels were for jars
So pop the cork, my dearest one
And share with me your darkest fears
Your days of joy
The faces that dance behind your eyes  
Sing to me the songs of life and open your arms wide
Let me in my sweet honey tree
And let me see the light
A.J.Busse