POEM TITLE The Color Of Tea At The Blackness On Sea
POEM They say water is colorless or rather should be
A conclusion to peace?
For we drink more than we paint
Now to the color of tea
A mystery stares at me
Water became the candle
And tea became the water
Coming through the candle
Soiling it with beauty
Like stained glass,
masking meek waters
Like stained glass,
portraying glorious waters
The other time I asked
If fishes have blood
Why do they not paint the waters
Is honey the brown of gold
My buds never asked me
I’m not asking either
Whatever it may be
At the Lobster Pot
I see beyond the color of tea
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