I live in reverie

I live in reverie
I want it so
But I am not the kind 
That can handle it
When it’s reverie alone.
It won’t do,
If bees are few. 

Please, forgive me, Emily. 
I didn’t mean to steal.
I blame this on my misery awakening
When there are only dreams
And nothing’s real,
Least of all the reverie.