Twilight Whispers Poems
Old people dream.
I dream, too.
I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.
I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.
I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing ...
My Busy Busy Bee
Look at you, my busy busy bee!
Flying all over the place, busy busy busy.
I wonder how you find time for me, to make me smile again.
But then I realised, you were there for me all along.
You’re flying around everywhere, everywhere I thought you’d never go.
But at least, I know, that you will always come flying back to me.
All I have to do is call, and you’re there by my side,
Making all my troubles disappear.