Honey pots

  Sanctuary is wherever they will keep you . The lights burn along , it's crowded here on this rainy spell . Faces blend , with the occasional honey flower that blows sweetness a special kinda aroma your way .  
      Mind clutter , sounds of  children and the amazement that follows , yet I'm not ready for that kind of headache yet . The sun peeks and says  "walk for a minute."    I'm on my way .