Bathing in TeaA Poem by Moonie~Tea is a sentiment, it is poetry! Hark the music it sings!~I shall immerse myself in a tub of Tea, wrapped in the chrysalis of its heat, and sweet aroma, inebriated by the fragrance of jasmine and lavender. The baptized brain, buoyant with drowsy peace-- on the precipice of sanity. When the senses are bewitched, and the heart slows its insistent thudding, I stir in the memories of old romances, brewing in the pastel tales of long ago. ....Simmering... The tea awakens, and greets me with a savour of half-forgotten places and people, of muffled music, and lost lyrics. When the soft citrus scent of blackcurrants, lime and orange peels begins to sing in unison, stealing away the last of my distress, my thoughts lay suspended on thin silken threads. I see the effervescence stir-- amorphous and fleeting ~An exhale of sweet warmth ~ ~A spiral of silver ghosts ~ ~A final hiss of steam ~ In this resplendent moment, I can hear the beat of being. I am. I am. © 2018 MoonieAuthor's Note
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