Waiting For Me

Buzzing through the air,

into my dreams reality rips,

at the seams.

I'm greeted by a blinding light

soon I come to see

I'm standing in

a bright green field

my bee is waiting for me

we walk around for a while

now it's time to go

he begs me to stay

in every way

I insist I have to go

I wake to see

him sitting there next to my pillow