MindWraith

Beyond land and time
I heard you whisper,
“Come share a drink with me”
tentative, I follow
stepped into a pocket
suspended in limbo
watched your surprised smile
at the answering call
while you brew tea
rummaging and spilling
sugar and spices about you
the smells of your essence
wafted around us
unaware of the fluidness
in those fingers, you add
a pinch of tea leaves
into the roiling pot
of transformation,
some milk and cinnamon,
sugar for the bitter salve
and pour
two piping hot cups
one for you
and one for me.
Bashfully you say,
“I fill the silence with tea.”
Cup warm against my palms
tipped to my lips
bitter and sweetness
swirling in a sip
I say,
“There could never be enough..”


Sipped Silence
has these words
scattering away
from my pages . . .