| The cup is full, and my heart is empty I hear the crows laughing in branches of yew A black veil rides the western winds And flesh-coloured fragile shells lay crushed On the sparkling white sand I hold a shell cupped in my hand. Sad and delicate it teeters With my smile ready to drop And still I smell the crimson In the dark brown tea, Falling tears mixing with old blood. Earth and salt in a wounded shell, This delicate immortality-- In my hand I hold fragility. Drops falling on living stones and succulent plants Having solitary yellow or white blossoms in spirals And I trace the shadow's path across grey skies While my soul, grounded, flies Staring down at my cup of tea.. The clock strikes the hour of twelve And in my heart I delve for the reason For the meaning of this beautiful season While my tears fall in time with the rain Can there be an end to this spiralling pain? The stars are singing in broken verse Reflected in my cup of tea. He sings the last sweet refrain The wake is coming to an end. My trembling hands clutch cup again As I say goodbye, my friend. And so I sit musing on the falsity of man, Sweet words, as knife slips to tear the soul, Sweet words, as the cup falls from my hand, Sweet tempered words as I fall from woe. The china tinkles merrily as crystal tears shatter Diamonds in a small black pool, a future in my eyes Ripples in a black face, these no longer matter I no longer have to stomach any more of my own lies My soul crying out for freedom of its own From deep within the marrow of my bones. I, tearing apart the chains that held me in this hole, Wept now a scarlet tear, as I found the cup was full no more. I have emptied my heart out, Into the flesh-coloured fragments Shattered in my hand. Staring at the grey skies, with my broken cup-- A testament to my own folly, perhaps. There are no more songs to sing. Only the crows and their branches Connected to the yew tree. | |
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Addline: Love, Death and a Cup of Tea
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