Chocolates

Chocolates made from me 

Are more you see 

Than sweets and tea 

Are more you see than 

Milk and beans 

Are made of dreams 

And bluebirds dear 

Are ever but near 

And Mixed with a tear 

Yet never you fear 

For there is time 

In every rhyme

For the sublime 

Imagination

kind of

Station…

Where time 

Does hasten

Towards 

hearts and starts

and apple carts 

for pies and charts 

that say the weather 

might be wild 

or sweet and mild. 

That place upon 

The train line

Without a sign

But in your

Head it’s there 

With daisey’s

At the fair

Or a little bear 

Made of patches 

And mending

And  sending 

You honey bees 

Across the seas. 

Chocolates made from me

Are more you see 

Than sweets and tea 

Where can they drive you?

To a red painted shoe or two 

To an over the rainbow 

To a marvellous show 

Where can they fly you? 

To a sweet centred hue 

To the softly goes place 

 Of  ribbons and lace 

All tied round a tin 

That might just win 

Some more 

Smiles.