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

The leaves of life

Oh darling, oh girl, or sweet, or sea,
Oh please look out upon our world,
With the mist and fog that curls around my ankles,
With the sonnets and books that sit on my shelves,
With the great blankets of grey that cover our sun at night,
Or with the trees that reach into the clouds for something they cannot find,
With the gold that lies beneath our feet,
And the snakes and birds that cover our leaves
Oh darling oh girl, or sweet, or sea,
Life is not the things that you see, but the things that sit in your soul long after you close your eyes
A.J.Busse