A poem
Dreams like tea
Filter through the dawn,
The dim sum of life lived
A la carte on a menu:
Take what you want
But not too much.
You can’t have it all.
Settle
For what is in front of you.
She waits to take your order;
That is the extent
Of your connection
Though her eyes smile at you
And your heart,
Encased in silver,
Protected by iron,
Longs to inscribe her name.
Dreams like tea
Wake the mind
Before the eyes wake and chase away
The wild hope
Of Otherplace,
Where you feel loved
And needed;
Dreams remind you
This world
With its cacophonous routine
And lingering aftertaste
Is the dream.
