tea for two
wordless in silence,
some erotic fragrance
in moments of poppies,
the sea’s between us,
in love came, like a storm
caoining, i am torn…
no preconceptions,
a question, a glance,
a path that connects
something between us,
sacred and divine
as the colour of wine,
in our idle hours
seeing unseen things,
the distant future, dreams,
the past between us,
fill the cup that clears
past and present fears,
quiet solitude,
sipping cups of tea
sweetness and sorrow,
making sense of us,
shining second-sight,
shadows into light.
May 8th, 2006 at 4:42 pm
It is said that only those who can drink tea from an empty cup, truly know life. Whether your cup is empty or full, you share your life so beautifully. Thank you.
May 8th, 2006 at 4:47 pm
thank you.
i haven’t been writing very much lately… spring is here, so my mind is wandering. winter is really best for writing (for me), since there’s less reason to want to be outside in the cold.
May 8th, 2006 at 5:13 pm
Yes, Spring. Even in this seasonless paradise the little ones are nesting, and making a fuss too early in the morning. I remember when Spring brought such thoughts to my head. Now it’s just another opportunity for old men to make fools of themselves, or sit in the sun and write dreams they once thought would be fulfilled.