A cup of tea can take you places.
|My Cup of Tea|
I pour myself a glass of tea
Wishing there was somewhere else to be.
I inhale the steam as though it's smoke,
I'll do my best not to choke.
I close my eyes while the fog amplifies deeply
The heat of it making me sleepy.
I left the teabag so while I dream
My tea will taste thicker than cream.
The mist is now so, so, cold
and I open my eyes as though I've been told.
I watch as snowflakes race the breeze,
floating along with such ease.
Winter covers the land
and I look down at my hands.
The feeling in them is long gone,
yet they reach for the snow to lay on.
Somehow I know the ground underneath is hidden ice covered with snow,
and that this is a disguise surely it will not show.
The trees themselves have been crystallized,
and at certain angles, look like wistful eyes.
A smell fills the air
and I think I recognize it as pear.
I take a whiff only to see
My tea has appeared back in front of me.
Now that was my cup of tea.