bitter tea

There are times
when the grayness of the world
fills us like bitter tea.

dreams are forgotten
the moment we wake
a day that slips past us
and never can we believe who we are

only then do we stir from our slumber
like a lazy cat we look for food
some sustenance for the soul

eager to understand the
stars and skies of other lands
we wander out and across time
but what do we really find?

that in the end we seek
only that which we already have
our journey’s a vanity
our hunger merely a desire
to be loved.

Isobel, I miss you.


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