Whenever I'M Lonely

Whenever I'm lonely And wouldn't want to trouble my honey I'll look for a place Where I can travel out of my physical space Into a proper solace Where the hums of mosquitoes won't displace Nor the buzzes of my babies Often prompted by their cartooned fairy fantasies Without hum and haw I'm in a faraway land of relief where I poetically draw With my quill full of ink Instead of pencil on sketchbooks or brush in paint of zinc Whenever I'm lonely in my precinct And wouldn't want my troubles make me shrink I'll proceed apace To replace my sorrows with a scripture or a verse from my inner space.